To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, Utopian dream. You do something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"? I see your picture. I smell your skin on The empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone ten days, But already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care, And I miss you.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

That lying old hag! She did something to me. She drugged me and did something to me and she's making it look like I was in on it.

I feel sick. I don't know what she did to me, and Sansa won't listen to me, I can't get her to look at me.

I need Ransom. I hate to admit it but I need Ransom.

Somebody help me. Please. I don't know what to do. I can't deal with this. I'm at my wits end.

Posted by Lucas Wylder at 11:41 AM 0 .spoke.