January 2011
7 posts
Maybe Shalamar Had It Right The Whole Time...
‘Friends’. How many of us have them? Ones we can depend on? Over the last couple of days, I decided to take inventory of the people who are…attached in my life. And while doing said inventory, I realized that a lot of the people I have in my life are people who are only there because they need something from me. When everything is smooth with them, I don’t hear from them...
.....Just Be Gentle
Not Gon Cry. All Cried Out. Let It Go. Past Paradise. My All.
All of these songs are on repeat on my iPod. It’s starting to piss me off that I can’t get her off of my mind. Everyday it seems like, just when I’m starting to let her go a little bit, she comes back. It’s like she can sense me pulling away.
“Every time I get out, they pull me right back in.”...
I definitely would…
It’s been a week since I last saw you. Not a minute has gone by where you weren’t, in some way, on my mind. At night, I lay on the couch; I’m too afraid to sleep in a bed, without you, because I know that I will start to miss you too much. In the mornings, I am up at 3am my time, because I know that’s when you are waking up. I imagine seeing you get out of bed, getting out...
An Evaluation of a Broken Heart
October 10th, 2010. My plane arrived. January 9th, 2011, my plane departed. Three months. 90 days. 2,160 hours (roughly). In that time, I moved to Maine; admitted to myself (and someone else) that I was in love again; slipped into a bit of a depression due to not being able to find a job; had my heart broken; moved back to California; and, finally, moved to San Diego. What a three month span,...