So, it's about 2:30 am, which is fairly early still. Kittery is so creepy at night. I'm thinking too. I finally played guitar for the first time in weeks again, I'm really happy about that. I'm going to go take a walk around the neighborhood, too over tired to drive. Why am I writing this? Maine's lonely.

I felt you in my legs Before I even met you And when I laid beside you For the first time I told you I feel you in my heart, And I don't even know you Now we're saying
Bye, bye, bye Now we're saying Bye, bye, bye I was nineteen Call me I felt you in my life Before I ever thought to Feel the need to lay down Beside you And tell you I feel you in my ( Read more... )

Been hearing about you. All about your disapproval. Still I remember the way I used to move you. I wrote you a letter, I heard it just upset you ( Read more... )

I feel so completely filled with ecstasy. I feel like I'm new. I feel so wonderful and alive and perfect and happy and light and infinite. I feel like I've just taken the best drug in the world and I feel like I'm the only person alive and that I was put here for something. For some great reason. I don't know how else to explain it. I've never felt ( Read more... )

I have an itchin' feeling in my head that I might go to UMaine in Orono after high school, If I can even get in, that is. And then possibly moving more up maine to all the KKK territories and living out my dream to sleep all day and teach blind kids how to play the guitar at night ( Read more... )

 I hate being really jealous about everything.
I love acting like a retard and seeing old friends the past two days.

the end.

I wish I could put everything I ever loved or listened to into a tiny little box and put it under my bed and keep it out of reach of everyone else. I hate when I hear a song playing on the radio that I found ages ago, and I just wish I could keep it to myself and not have it be heard by anyone else. I want to keep every memory and every wonderful ( Read more... )

Further writings of the interwebs.
I don't really know how to explain this in a way where anyone would be able to understand or relate, which makes me hesitant to write this, but I'm giving it a shot anyways, because something inside of me wants me to write this retarded rant down.

So I was driving today and I put in the riverdales phase three, the ( Read more... )

I've been sick the past few days, I got gnarly alcohol poisoning and threw up so much. It was so shitty. It came to the point where I don't even have the need or want to drink anymore because I'm too afraid I'll get it again, or die, because I drink to get trashed, and even worse I called travis twice, and texted him and shit and it just stopped, ( Read more... )

Being sick during summer is such a downer. I really hope I'll be better by sunday, so I can go see justin before he leaves on tour. =/ I'm sure I will, and if I don't I'll probably go anyways. I'm not sure how many ways there is to think it, or say it, but god damn, do I miss you. I started to get over the fact we were done, and I was alright with ( Read more... )