Diary of a Peach

I’m holding on tight to my end of the red string.
I hope you know where yours is.

I’m not sure if you’ll ever read this.
So if you don’t read it before I find you,
I guess we just have good luck.
And if we never find eachother,
this was all in vain.

At least maybe someone bought . . . → Read More: To Whom it May Concern

No one need respond or say anything about this: I just need to vent.

So, I really like to think that maybe some day someone will see me for what I am and not what I appear to be. And hopefully that person will become so infatuated with me that they love me. It makes me feel . . . → Read More: Will I ever be found?