I should be sleeping.

I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it.

- Holden Caulfield

Things are weird. Movie-esq. That probably doesn't mean too much. I feel differently than I had expected to, less relief and more of a goodbye. I hate goodbyes. Especially when you specifically say it's not goodbye but you know in your head that it most certainly is. You wonder if they know it too. It's easy to pick up the phone but it's too much ( Read more... )

Sleep it off.

I wonder who I would be now if I hadn't taken that late night car ride with Chris 10 years ago and listend to When the Stars Go Blue.

I'd be unrecognizable.

The night time is such an amazing time. Even if you're not doing anything but listening to music. The night has a way of making things make sense. Or at least making things you want to be wrong during the day, suddenly be so true. There's so many distractions during the day, so many things that have to be done, at night there's just music ( Read more... )

I've been waiting too much. Not too long, just too much. And for something so intangible it may not even exist. I wish that you would feel the same, but I never make you wait.

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Social media is...something. I'm losing excitement over it quickly. I miss the days of livejournals and updates and what are you thinking today.

No one ever writes letters anymore.

It's been raining for five days straight. I looked at the forecast and it says 10 more days of the same. It's aggravating and maybe even tricking my mind to have thoughts the sunshine would probably hide.

The backspace key should exist in real life.