i hate this.

i want to go home right now.

this is the life.

i'm twenty-one. i'm leaving to go travel the country doing what i love with my best friends in about two and a half hours. i have over twelve hundred dollars in my account. life is so good.

also, i just want to say God is truly amazing and looks out for me. i love You.

and i'm wanting, and i'm craving
you're the only thing that's saving me
from losing my mind every night i'm
not sure if i'm making it, it's
getting late, i can't think straight
and the only thing i know for sure is
i can't keep this up, i'm leaving.
i've never missed anything more than you.

i wrote a song that's not about a girl. finally.

You were in my dream last night. You, your boyfriend, and a mutual friend of ours were broken down on the side of the road. I stopped to make sure ya'll were okay... and you still wouldn't talk to me. You walked away and kissed your boyfriend before I left, in such a way as to make sure I saw. It's been so long since I've talked to you that my ( Read more... )

actually, nevermind. i realized something.

i don't have a best friend. and that sucks.

so, i actually have a date for valentine's day. i'm a little surprised ( Read more... )

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i hate the really good dreams.
even more than nightmares.

when i have a nightmare, i wake up and feel happy and relieved that it was just a dream.

but when i have an amazing dream, i wake up and slowly realize it was only in my head and it makes me feel empty.

today i just wanted to live inside my sleep-deprived mind.

i almost forgot how deep you get under my skin. in a good way. or maybe a bad way? sometimes i can't tell.

sometimes i still worry too much.