So much to write about
But I can’t do it tonight. I just can’t.
Always amazed; never surprised.
[[MORE]]That’s my life motto, and after nights like tonight, I don’t even feel bad about being so cynical about life. It’s hard not to be when the highlight of your evening is flirting with the new girl at Viva Burrito. The anger that I thought I had overcome is back tonight, drowning me as wave after wave hits me in the head and in the heart. It kills to know just how little you...
When I can't stop thinking about you
I know it’s time to go to sleep.
Too many thoughts tonight.
Way too many. A lot of them I haven’t had in a while and I’m not happy about them being back. Dear brain, you can just fuck right off tonight. Seriously.
I just realized that I’ve written more entries in my journal in the last 6 months than I had in three years. I guess I’m learning to let the words out again, even if I’m the only one that ever gets to see them.
Almost 3 months later
and my anger has seemed to disappear. I don’t know where it went, but I am grateful it has gone. Everything is still changing, and everything is still up in the air, but my anger has been replaced by a kind of calm, a dull, warm sadness, if that makes any sense. I’m writing more, reading more, playing more, and I’m sure all that is helping. I wouldn’t say I’m excited...
To you know who. I hope all is well, and I’m missing you more than ever today.