I have been thinking a lot about drinking and driving.
Lately, it feels as if allergies are lurking on my eyelashes and occasionally stabbing my eyeballs. I hate this time of the year. Fall, you can't come soon enough.


I get chills when i think about it sometimes.
I can finally relate to her on all levels.
"I dont have friends here"
I feel like I hear that phrase thrown around so much.




Hold out for the ones you know love you.
Hide out for the ones you know will love you too.




I'm barely there.
Slow.



Where am I going? Why am I doing this?
I used to be so goddamn sure of myself all the time.


I didn't imagine this is what I'd be doing here.
I didn't see this as my future and that's scaring the shit out of me.

Up until this point everything had gone according to plan.
. A whim.
this is nothing like my plan.


I'm supposed to be leaving right now and I don't feel like moving.



I keep dimes in my penny loafters, just sayin.


(i keep head scratchin', I hope this new job didn't give me lice)





L-O-V-E carved your name into me.