| Fixed You're a waiter at a famous retaurant, not just a soda jerk who knows all about good scooping forms. Now you've walked away, and you know what she means when she says you're lonely now. As for me, 8 months later, I'm happy, not undone, but pieces are put back where they used to be. I do feel what you feel, lonely sometimes. At night, listening to The Beatles on my headphones, thinking of starting over again. Right now, you must be lost. It's that age. |