“… What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.” -A Separate Peace (Finny)
maybe all the things. or maybe it will just be fine.
I remember when the tide was just the tide. And not an ocean that rolled far and wide.
seems like only a month or two ago, all my dreams were coming true. now all the nightmares are…
i went to boston and couldn’t find an apartment. and it felt so fucking lonely and sad. i hate being in limbo. homeless and homesick at the same time. and my mom called me and immediately after i got off the phone with her, i sobbed in the car in front of my dad. and all he could say was “why are you crying.”
my car broke in nj. and i am back in media with no boy, no car, no place to call home in a couple months. all my stability, all my comforts, gone.
“So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?” -dr
for someone who hates public speaking, playing guitar and singing in public was surprisingly comfortable. i should have sung my dissertation defense…