Hah...I never know what to right here.

I'm pissed off 'cus this is the second time I've had to write this.

This is a new poem I wrote, it was originally a letter I wrote (never entending to send it) to a guy I like.

Missing Peices

I wish I had told you sooner
And I wish i told you myself.
Right now I'm sat here
tearing myself apart.
I have been for so long
But it's only now that I see.
The shards I've created
And the scars that don't heal.
I try fitting the pieces together
But the pieces don't fit
There is always one missing
And that piece is you.

Yesterday was awesome, my mate Q did up his 1972 beatle. It's black with purple flames on, it't got this stupid exhaust on the back and 1000 watt speakers. It looks rediculos(sp) but awesome! Good ol Q.

I'm pretty happy right now, I bought a new 2 gb mp3 player, i took it home and it turned out to be a 4 gb, but they charged me for the 2gb. Hah, their loss.