Way to end it.
Love is supposed to stand tall and strong, regardless of the distance or the differences.
Maybe ours wasn't real.
Maybe you were just my island dream girl, destined for me only when there.
Or maybe we just aren't meant to happen, I'm going with that because it's making the coping a bit easier.

I'm having some difficulty.
I'm done with everything that's been clouding things.
This is not what I had in mind when I thought of Samuel Brewster, 18 years of age.
I might as well be 6.

I need to get to school and get everything together.

Addiction, studies, love, and the soundtrack behind it all; they all need work.

I feel exactly like I did before.
Hope I get a call.
Or a glorious reason, or something.

What you watch,
And what you read,

Why does one day get singled out for this purpose?
To make me remember anything that haunts me about my relationship.
Right.
It's OK to be happy on 364 out of 365/6 days of the year, but the pressure of this one ruins at least 24 hours.

To everyone but Matt Nichols.
*clink*

And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I had fun today, thank you for the experience.
Why did you do all this?
Any particular reason behind your madness?

Friendly's is delicious.
Sin City is gory.
My night was fun.
Oxen.

I'm glad to have support back again.
Let's be different?

It was terrible.
They're becoming teen flicks.
You were cool though :P