Well Livejournal, here you are. Here I am. It's only fitting that you are still the most consistant thing in my life. Things are going to get interesting in the next few months.
Last night I had a dream that I was putting my father to sleep (as I do every Monday night) and he communicated to me non-verbally to lay his bed back completely flat and hold a pillow over his face.. so I did..
We all deserve to feel special, to look into the eyes of another and know that you are the world to them. I suppose I haven't found that yet. And to me this means I havent truly lived yet.