I had a really wonderful day. But tonight hit me very hard. And some of the things we talked about did, too.
I have some thinking to do.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Neeeeeeat!
Oh hayyy, today is my one year anniversary.
And it's also eight weeks until Kj comes home.
I luhhh you.
And it's also eight weeks until Kj comes home.
I luhhh you.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Carry Out
/ It's been exactly nine weeks. 63 days. And to think, I used to complain when I hadn't seen him for 14 days. I miss you more than I can even put into words. Honestly.
/ Lord, let tonight be good.
/ I feel you in my bones, you're knockin' at my windows. You're slow to lettin' me go, and I know this feeling oh, so, this feeling in my bones.
/ And now the real work begins. I can do this!!!
/ Let's bring it back.
/ Cannot wait for summer.
/ Lord, let tonight be good.
/ I feel you in my bones, you're knockin' at my windows. You're slow to lettin' me go, and I know this feeling oh, so, this feeling in my bones.
/ And now the real work begins. I can do this!!!
/ Let's bring it back.
/ Cannot wait for summer.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Seriously?
Are you kidding me? Did that really happen tonight? After going MORE THAN A YEAR without a glance of you. And then all of a sudden having this super vivid dream of you like four nights ago. You show up to my best friends birthday, with whom you don't even talk to, to buy her a shot, stare at me for a couple of minutes, and then leave? What WAS that? You dont even have the balls to say hi, let alone make eye contact. Go home.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Peace
I am at absolute peace with myself again.
Let it rain
Let it rain
Would you open the floodgates of Heaven
Let it rain
Let it rain
Would you open the floodgates of Heaven
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I Was The Last To Know
I didn't realize it was possible for things to become any more confusing, but of course you were the one to succeed in proving me wrong. You can go home, too. I am going into hermit mode until further notice. Until I can fricking figure life out.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Oh Hey, Life? Stop Throwing Curveballs.
WHAT THE F IS GOING ON?
- I think it's amazing. But you are seriously wigging me out.
- UGH. GO HOME.
- I wish my boss would stop calling me pretty, or whatever, every single time she sees me. She doesnt do it to anyone else, and it makes me feel like she feels sorry for me and thats why she says it to me. And then I just feel worse about myself.
- I don't understand.
- I'm sorry, but I'm sick of this. The ball is in your park.
- Can't wait for next Monday. Gonna be so good.
- I need direction.
- And strength.
- I love you.
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