“Old emotions are coming back to me.”

Thanks Third Eye Blind, you said it.

I have so much on my mind. It’s making me anxious and restless. I don’t like this feeling but sometimes I do experience it. I’m drinking some Woodchuck and about to play my guitar and hopefully that will calm my nerves. That’s pushing my luck, though.

I leave too soon. This semester can’t end soon enough. Time is a wicked, filthy slut. I can’t go slowly when I want. I can’t speed up when I want, either. I can’t fucking have what I want.

Please…Please let it all work out in the end.

I need a hug from a certain someone.


In other news, I'm trying to both read through all 7 Harry Potter books and refurbish my first chapter of House on Hickory Hill before I leave. Good luck to me, indeed.