Dec 16, 2005 00:44
What a year it has been.
January: I leave tommorow.
February: Touchee anna, touchee
March: This week was long.
April: Two home runs, a triple, a single, and a pop out. 4-5 on opening day of wiffle ball.
May: I love Gerald Ford.
June: I dunno where to begin.
July: And so yesterday, to forget about the fight, I made every attempt to find a flight, And go to California.
August: I'm glad that this weekend I have something to do both Friday and Saturday nights.
September: I found some pictures from the night of marx and I's birthdays and it made me miss parts of last year.
October: Getting off the plane, rather, landing and then getting off the plane, i was sort of nervous, questioning what prompted me to fly 3000 miles west in the middle of october to see a girl I talk to at least twice a week.
November: In the last 24 hours, I am reminded of the following two quotes.
December: What a year it has been.
And tommorow, after a semester of hellos and goodbyes, it's home.
I wish I had some clarity, i wish I could understand, and I wish that it will get better.
I hope that it will get better. I hope that the help will help.
I miss...