I am sick. Dying, I think. Well, maybe not dying, but certainly feeling like it. I am in love with my boyfriend. I have decided to try to be better to him. Not that I have been bad to him, but I want to be better. He deserves it. I am rambling. All I am trying to say is: I love Scotty. I will do everything I can to show him that (without getting too overly-cling-y, which I know I have a tendency to do.) Since I am dying, I am going to go to sleep, and keep this short. I need a damn job. I need Scotty to call. Damnit.'Somehow we both pulled together, hoping that things would get better. Yeah, there were some casualties along the way, but here we are, a few years older. I'm no convict, and you're no soldier. Smile cuz we made it to this day.' ----'Along the Way' by Crimpshrine