I keep having this urge to drive with my eyes closed.

I feel half dead this mourning. My head aches from too many hours spent thinking about you. Cross my heart and hope to die.

And here we go again. Two weeks is all I'm strong enough for so Ill go back for another round of standard lines. It's nothing new but it still kills me. I've been halfway committing suicide over you for four years now but I think this time I might actually pull the trigger. Do you like to hurt? I do. Then hurt me.

My heads just not here today.

Mark the calendar for May ( Read more... )

May kills me. It really does. It happens every year, this time. And it has been two years since the last time I saw you but never again ends today. The charm is irresistible and unexplainable and something about this month leaves me thinking too much and imagining what could have been but will never be. Two nights of remembering will completely ( Read more... )

A broken computer plus a full time job equal the longest summer ever known to man. One hundred and twenty something days until Europe.

corporate america

Finals are finally over and it's hard to imagine that things will never again be the same as they are right now. This house and these relationships and these days that seem as if they'll last a lifetime refusing to give into change are about to change in just a couple of days. And then the experiences from this past year will be a vague memory most ( Read more... )

Last night at eleven o'clock I aimlessly went for a drive and didn't stop until five hours later when I was standing on Tybee Island and my urge to feel sand between my toes and hear waves crashing onto the shore was satisfied. There is something spectacularly seductive about the coast and last night the appeal was far too tempting not to cave. I ( Read more... )