I don't keep track of how long you've been dead. I don't count the nights I cry myself asleep about it, or how many dreams I have of you. I can't help but think about you when I'm alone in my car. There's a void in my soul that I just can't shake. I miss you so much, words can't even begin to explain. No pain is forever? I'm not so sure about that.
I went out onto the balcony at The House of Blues last night to have a cigarette, and wound up meeting Adam Lazzara of Taking Back Sunday (my favorite band since the age of 13) Needless to say, I had an amazing fucking weekend.