yad erutcip
it isnt that im fretting a lot over what to wear or how horrible my facial expression could be, just that ill have this photo to look at forever. ill tell my children that this was the year i fell in love and worked myself into who i am or were if i change. ill look at the smile i put on all those years ago and wish for just a second i could be this age again...through all the fatigue and difficulty this age will be better than full maturity and adulthood. who knows who will make it to that point though.
the end of the week has me completely enthused which makes each day before then that much longer.
i just got in touch with dusty for the first time in about a year. it doesnt feel good that i did because i had no reason and this will serve to no outcome. contact with people is so strangely difficult, sometimes i even have trouble talking to wesley. he asks what i want to talk about. i hesitate..breath..and say i love you or something else floating through my thoughts. i could go on about what i think about all day, the people i see, or the ideas i come up with when im writing letters, but i dont. im still waiting for his reply. wesley went to bed and im sad that i dont see him much at all anymore.
i want to hold him and cuddle and giggle. i want to scream i love you in hopes of it being in his earshot...twenty minutes away by car.
tomorrow should be over and into fridays wake.
the end of the week has me completely enthused which makes each day before then that much longer.
i just got in touch with dusty for the first time in about a year. it doesnt feel good that i did because i had no reason and this will serve to no outcome. contact with people is so strangely difficult, sometimes i even have trouble talking to wesley. he asks what i want to talk about. i hesitate..breath..and say i love you or something else floating through my thoughts. i could go on about what i think about all day, the people i see, or the ideas i come up with when im writing letters, but i dont. im still waiting for his reply. wesley went to bed and im sad that i dont see him much at all anymore.
i want to hold him and cuddle and giggle. i want to scream i love you in hopes of it being in his earshot...twenty minutes away by car.
tomorrow should be over and into fridays wake.