http://www.one.org
Think twice.
NOT A SECOND TO WASTE

Sometimes I wish I had that firefighter back. Someone who'd read all my thoughts, who knew me so well. Who I could talk to all the time without fighting over anything and everything. That person who'd come to my aid when I start breaking down.

In the end, I just drove that person away.

I sound like such a pussy talking about this. Regretting things, that is.

But then again, I brought this upon myself.

Think twice.