Though I haven't seen it yet, thre trialer suggests something dear to me. most of my best music was written it a silly attempt to communicate. I have a belief, even the other day I thought. If I could just write the right song and let Brandall hear it, he would love me. but I'm mising the point. kinda' like the little girl in my story who is so upset about someone killing the beautiful flowers that she misses the point that they have a beauty to be shared, it is their purpose,not to live. I don't actually love Brandall, like another song by Daniel Beddingfield. I meant it, but then I changed. or rather he choose not to change with me. I could've evolved into the perfect wife for him, but He dumped me instead. a song there? could be. probably could touch alot of confused hearts, too. But I don't have the drive like Columbus did.
I need to rest. Tomorrow is another day (Southern acent accentuated purposely) the ither day someone asked who ought to play me. I've never tried to cast myself before. I said Sigorny Weaver., but later tld my mom Vivian Leigh, I could think of someone better probably though. mom said Vivain Leigh can't play you, She's dead. hmmmm.... I think Juliet Binochette
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