I was working on my scrapbook. well, not working yet, i was about to open it, when i realised i had nothing to put in it. i'd lost Haley, and i barely knew Kurt: i dont take photos of him, and he doesnt even know about my scrapbook.
i sat there, looking at an emty page of it. i sighed, closing the scrapbook ad putting it back on my nightstand. i plopped back down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, and thinking: "well, scrapbook of friends... its too short." i rubbed my eyes in despair, groaning softly.
i'd have to take pictures of him next time.
