These hearts are paper.

[glasschild]

I have been homesick for a home I don't have, and it wrenches my heart. I feel so far away from everyone from my past, that I still love deeply. The future is scary and hopeful. I would like to concentrate more on the present. I feel like I am dwelling too much on things that don't matter at the moment. It's a distraction.

Jason and I are going out to dinner tomorrow (technically today) night. Basque. It's Valentine's Day, and our anniversary. I guess I should give this writing thing up. I have class tomorrow (technically today) and I need to just let George Noory's kind voice lull me to sleep. I need a boost. Ever since I finished Diary Of A Teenage Girl I have been consumed with sadness.

I love you all, formless masses.