I would blog every day if it made all of my wishes come true.
I'd probably do much more than that.
I feel like a stupid little kid holding on to foolish things. I'm walking around my house clutching a bear.
My actions betray my feelings... that rarely happens with me.
I can't hide it.
I sit here home alone on a saturday, nothing to do, nowhere to go.
Thoughts fill my mind, and confusion ripples through the room like a riptide and a whirlpool, at the same time, almost contradicting eachother.
At least I have my music.
Missing you with all that I am,