...and we're... goooooonna get ma-a-a-rried....

I think about this journal, and the reason it is here, and the reason I don't write in it, and the people who have access to it. And I know it's just a silly LiveJournal, but it's made me realize... who cares. About the past, I mean. Who cares. Who cares that my two former best friends, who completely walked out on me, can read this? Who cares that ( Read more... )

There is only so much in a person.

Melissa Ferrick owns my soul. Heaven, sitting there, her hips and her guitar and her passion, my hand being stroked by someone I love so much it's damn hard to contain. Yes ma'am, everything I need was right there in my hands. While this is about Melissa, it's much more so about my girl. I... It's just too good. I'm ready. Anything.

Ms. DeLatin hung the moon.

I would just like to say. That I have changed since you last knew me. And I am better now. And I wish. I wish you would know me again. I wouldn't try so hard. Promise.

No one home.