But I got lost a time or two...
I wish that I could write something profound, something meaningful with substance... but I am afraid that I don't know how. I don't know how to express myself with words. That has always been hard.
Time spent with old friends is bound to re-open scars and healing wounds. Time spent with old friends is bound to remind you of their many flaws.
Time spent with old friends is bound to let out deamons that were locked away never thought of until now.
Joey, I love you, but wow, stop it. Seriously one of the best friends that I ever had, but when you spend more and more time with someone who you distanced yourself from, you begin to recognize why you distanced yourself from them to begin with. All I can say is that everyone needs to know exactly what they are doing before any decisions are made. No one knows the one that I know. Don't act like such a hard ass, because I know that that is not you at all.
I hate rambling, but this is my journal and I just don't care.
I have had the weirdest dreams lately, of people that I haven't seen and/or talked to in...forever. Strange.
People cutting donuts in the Ford Field parking lot = incredibly funny.
I feel about 50 years old... not physically, but mentally. Not all of the time, but a good portion, I just want to be young and dumb. Is that so much to ask. I absolutely detest having a conscience.
I thought the whole John Deere fad was over.
Time spent with old friends is bound to re-open scars and healing wounds. Time spent with old friends is bound to remind you of their many flaws.
Time spent with old friends is bound to let out deamons that were locked away never thought of until now.
Joey, I love you, but wow, stop it. Seriously one of the best friends that I ever had, but when you spend more and more time with someone who you distanced yourself from, you begin to recognize why you distanced yourself from them to begin with. All I can say is that everyone needs to know exactly what they are doing before any decisions are made. No one knows the one that I know. Don't act like such a hard ass, because I know that that is not you at all.
I hate rambling, but this is my journal and I just don't care.
I have had the weirdest dreams lately, of people that I haven't seen and/or talked to in...forever. Strange.
People cutting donuts in the Ford Field parking lot = incredibly funny.
I feel about 50 years old... not physically, but mentally. Not all of the time, but a good portion, I just want to be young and dumb. Is that so much to ask. I absolutely detest having a conscience.
I thought the whole John Deere fad was over.