Waiting for Thursday...
So it seems I only write about things I miss.
well... here's another one.
I probably say it too much but I don't care, I miss Jordan!
Jace is turning four and all I can think about is when I first held him.
first got that phone call. I've missed so much of their lives. I can't stand to miss anymore.
sometimes I think of a way where I could live back home.
I then would be writing about missing my parents.
somewhere along learning the way of the world my life got ripped apart.
the best part of me left miles away.
it's so crazy, all the paths life takes you on. or don't...
I... REALLY need to get back to painting, before some one kills me.
well... here's another one.
I probably say it too much but I don't care, I miss Jordan!
Jace is turning four and all I can think about is when I first held him.
first got that phone call. I've missed so much of their lives. I can't stand to miss anymore.
sometimes I think of a way where I could live back home.
I then would be writing about missing my parents.
somewhere along learning the way of the world my life got ripped apart.
the best part of me left miles away.
it's so crazy, all the paths life takes you on. or don't...
I... REALLY need to get back to painting, before some one kills me.