chest pain.
A truly different person has written each post of this journal. I'm still not sure who I will be tomorrow, if I know how to love or only how to want, if I am strong enough or destined to collapse, when to speak out and when to shut up. I miss so many faces so many places. Lazy afternoons and endless nights in the basement, back seat, back porch, backyard, jam room, drive-thru, wal-mart, garage spot, front porch, rocking chair, outdoor parking lot. We were everywhere together and nothing was ours. It was beautiful
Jaded. I want to give in. Conflicted. I hate it.
Jaded. I want to give in. Conflicted. I hate it.