3:07am Hey, I’m sorry if this is a bad time, but I’ve been feeling lonely lately and I just wanted to know how you were doing. Call back when you can, All right, bye. 4:27am Hey, it’s me, again. Sorry, I’m calling, it’s just that I’m feeling weaker by the hour and I don’t know… Continue reading please leave a message after the beep.
And all of a sudden, September A.K.A the Wicked Witch of the East was killed by none other than the beautiful month of October. FINALLY!! Mark my words, I will be celebrating the ending of September for the rest of the year. Why you ask? BECAUSE IT WAS ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE. I've had ups and downs… Continue reading Day 278 of 365
There goes August; gone with the wind. But August, "...if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?" Well, I don't know about you, but I'm gong to indulge in the last bits and pieces of summer September has to offer. In short, August was stunning. I went to two concerts (The Fray at… Continue reading Day 243 of 365
It's August and the ball is STILL rolling. I don't think I've ever had a year this productive before. Well, not since my junior year of high school, but 2018 easily surpasses 2016, by far. All this year has been is nonstop. In fact, why not do a quick recap, shall we? January: After three… Continue reading Day 220 0f 365
What? June's already over?? JU----LYING!!! (Yes I know I'm late...bear with me.) Wow, where to start? I've already done so much; I've traveled, written music, and procrastinated over school, what more is there to say? I'm happy. I'm so undeniably happy and I never get tired of saying that. This year has been something absolutely wonderful. I… Continue reading Day 205 of 365
Midnight. Call starts on 2% battery, He says I love you and the phone dies. Forgets to call the next day. He forgets. 2 a.m. He said when everyone else is asleep, We’ll talk. He knocks out with them. And as I lie awake, I dread the apology he’ll write the next morning. I’ve gotten… Continue reading Disengaged.
I feel the hot breeze of summer's air. I smell the fresh baked cookies we'll one day share. I hear the leaves on trees with our names on its bark. But I see the ending to something that never had a fair chance to start.
I’m just waiting for the day when he tells me, “I don’t want you anymore.” I expect it by now, how could I ever be this happy and it be real? I’m fooling myself, I could never be this happy, could I? But I love him. I loved him the day I met him because… Continue reading Him.