Contemplation at it's best [ X-Lang ]

[Xiomara Lang]

June Eighteenth Two-Thousand and Seven

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[Xiomara Lang]

June Twentieth Two-Thousand and Seven

I'm completely content with the fact that I'm a scatter brain.


By the way, I might just like someone? Ouh the mystery.

[Xiomara Lang]

November Twenty-Fifth Two-Thousand and Seven

I feel completely lost.

Over the years I've been at Hogwarts, I've basically given my heart to one person. The one person who apparently never noticed. My Jesus. I loved him. I love him, rather. But he seems distant. I can't deal with this any longer. I mean.. I feel as though I have to let him know. We're getting older now, and what if he had found another? One who had given him more attention while she had been away. Perhaps that was the reason for his distance.

My heart aches when he's not near. But I mean-- I could deal with just staying friends forever, even if he was with another. I'd just enjoy it better if he'd realize that we fit perfectly. Alexander was right, and I should have listened sooner. But perhaps it's just meant for us to stay friends. Nathaniel will always be my Jesus, and no single soul will ever take him away from me entirely.

I just wish he'd talk to me. Say something Nathaniel, before I vanish against the breaking tide.