Life is so so so so good. So good.

I need to get away from here.

Sometimes I do things to remind myself he still exists, or that he existed at all. Sometimes I try to listen to songs or look at pictures or do things to remind myself of all that happened and all that was and all I am able to feel and, more importantly, able to be. Sometimes I feel lost or apart from myself so I seek him out or seek out what I ( Read more... )

Why are you still able to affect me?

I'm okay. But sometimes I wonder....will anyone ever be able to affect me like that again?

Have you ever had the thought that you've felt this already?

SHIT.

Two Questions:

1. How long can we keep this a secret?

and

2. How long can I put off getting attached?

So I really don't know what the FUCK we're doing...but hey, why not?

SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT