It was a perfect night, followed by a perfect morning. I could spend all my days wrapped up like that. Now, the hope I thought was gone has somehow found its way back. So all I can do is cross my fingers and wish for the best.
What happens when life becomes too much to handle? I need a break.... Also, dating really fucking sucks. I'm going to crawl back into my little shell now, and not come out until it's safe. How does never sound? Does never work for you? Because it sounds perfect to me.
"Everybody has a water buffalo. Yours is fast, but mine is slow. Oh, where you get them, I don't know, but everybody has a water buffaloooouuuuuuuuuuu!" -Larry the Cucumber
I'm diving into work and school. I'm exhausted, but I'm finally getting to where I want to go. This is a fair trade, I think. I haven't had time for friends or family or anything but work, school, sleep, and the occasional meal. I'm ready.