I cant stop listening to the Ryan Adams cover of Wonderwall.
All the roads we have to walk along are winding, and all the lights that lead the way are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you but, I don't know how.
I called in sick to work today, and instead I drove to Pullman with Bethany's little brother. Five awkward hours there and back, just to see her for 2 hours.
On the day that your mentality decides to catch up with your biology, come 'round... because I want the one I can't have, and it's driving me mad. It's written all over my face.