I am so tired of waiting.

We are on an infinite pause. The good days come and go, the bad days seem to stick around a bit longer than the good days. The worse days are the ones with no communication at all. I know we are not who we used to be, and I mean we used to be pretty cool.
We'll get back there though.

It's just so far away.

How is it we even get through our days, really, we must be so ignorant.
It's got to be natural to wonder about the point of it all.

Him not being here is nothing to not having running water.

I am ridiculous.

But I'm still sad, and I'm entitled to that because we're suppose to be in love and he's there and I'm here.
And this just isn't

I think these two years are supposed to be this hard ( Read more... )

I had the best fucking dream this morning. It woke me. Then I got the best email. I just want to remember this.

A good start to the day.

I just miss him so fucking much.

I know on paper I shouldn't like the shit that comes out of Dallas Greens' mouth, but today I do. I could sit here and listen to "I'm Comin' Home" for hours. It just feels like a very accruate discription of how I feel I guess. Maybe, more so, how I want to feel ( Read more... )

Focus. Focus. Focus ( Read more... )

My dream was so real last night, so real ( Read more... )

I just want to talk about something. Anything, really ( Read more... )

Sending packages,
Old jewelery,
Spending time with someone else,
Tears and forgotten photographs.
I am the new Maria.