Every day without you is agony.  
Every day that I wake up and you aren't  next to me is like dying, all over again.

I found a shirt of yours last night.  It smells like you.  I wept.
I listen to your mix every day.

Another day passes and we aren't together.
Another day my resolve grows.

That life together we talked about,
That future that is oh-so big ( Read more... )

I'm terrible at keeping a journal.   Just a warning.
I have limited access to the internet and a short, very short, attention span.
My writing style jumps around about as much as a kid with ADD.

Still reading?  There may be hope yet.
Just do everyone a favor;
Don't read on with expectations, of any kind.

Sit back, put your feet up...
This is gonna be some ( Read more... )