The phone slips from a loose grip ( Read more... )

 I don't want to be here anymore.

 I don't want this to end.

Ever.

 It's a long way down,
back to the place where we started from.

I've never missed you this much, never thought I would, didn't think you'd feel so far away.
Your summer perfume is still blowing through this hallway, autumns amber red shadows dance.
I miss our midnight rides on highway eighteen, eighteen is gone.

 Yesterday, while sitting in psychology class, my professor helped me come to the realization that majoring in psychology is not really the best route for me to take considering what I want to do after I graduate.  She was lecturing about the different paths you can choose to take after getting a degree in psychology, and none of them described the ( Read more... )

 LIKE HELL.

 Dear Kenny,

I don't need codes.  Straight up...I miss you.

P.S-I miss my good morning journal entries from you, by the way.

Love,
Cayla

 All of these years, I have grown up learning to be an independent person.  My family situation has taught me never to rely on anyone else, and learn to do things on your own, and to never get too attached.  Once I entered middle school, I was my own person.  I knew exactly who I was a what I wanted.  Until now.  I always had the feeling that ( Read more... )

 So....welcome week basically sucks.  I hate forced friendship with people who I have nothing in common with.  It's unbelievably irritating.  My room is pretty cool, and my cousin should be the perfect roommate.  Or so it seems.  Right now i am online in my room, and I have no idea how.  I'm not supposed to have an internet signal in here, but I do ( Read more... )