Hi good friend.
I've missed you. I'm almost giving you a smile. I'm home alone.
Do you remember those nights? where i'd sit here with you and tell you my life?
i remember.
i've missed it so i've come back to you.
i'm listening to dashboard confessional. i feel like a kid again. i feel so young.
i texted mikey because all of these songs never fail to remind me of him. he's doing great, i'm so glad to hear it.
i've been craving a walk all night. i feel like i wanna walk into a dark alley and just laugh really loud.
i want to laugh so loud that it scares me. i wanna scream.
i want to smile in the end.
i feel like that's what a walk would have done to me tonight.
i can't stop feeling young. i can't stop feeling giddy. what's wrong with me?
i wish i had more friends to tell this to. you're out. you're having fun. i'm here. i'm alone. i'm trusting you.
as i listen to these songs over, i feel the need to whisper-sing.
its a beautiful thing.











i've missed you so much. i don't think any emotional girl has ever felt this way towards writing, unless you love words as much as i do. you usually write about boys and how you can't eat or sleep. i write about how happy i am to write at all. i thought that after all that i've written today, i'd never wanna write again but it felt good. it feels good to write right now. you'll never understand. he'll never understand. he's off with friends. he isn't writing. i'm gentle with every key. i don't wanna make too much noise. but i wanna tap them enough to hear the little clicky sounds. it feels good. the pencil makes me feel the same way. do you remember when i played american football all night and waited in the smoldering cold writing a story about innocent non-existent people and made them beautiful? i think we both remember how beautiful and cinematic the whole situation was. it was really a scene only i could describe. im remembering it. i was so lost.






i want to write more but all i can do is listen to dw.