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Hey! I'm Elizabeth PrZYgoda, not yz! and its pronouced "sha-go-da" got it? good! hehe anyway.. uhh.. if ya wanna know more about me take look around..
Me at Prom '03
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so you buried all your lovers clothes, and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. does it make it any better? and the plaster dented from your fist in the hall where you had your first kiss reminds you that the memories will fade. -dashboard confessional
in time, the hurt began to fade, and it was easier to just let it go. at least i thought it was. but in every boy i met in the next few years, i found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, i'd write you another letter. but i never sent them for fear of what i might find. by then, you'd gone on with your life and i didnt want to think about you loving someone else.i wanted to remember us like we were that summer.i didnt want to ever lose that. -the notebook
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