YOUR HAND IN MINE.
there's a lot of negative things i could focus on right now, a lot i need to get off my chest.. all in due time, i suppose. at this particular moment, all i can think about is that musician of a man who broke my heart back in march. you know, he really fucked me over and we didn't speak for six months- didn't even acknowledge one-another's existence- until i looked him up two weeks ago and asked if he'd like to go out for a couple drinks.. he said yes. since that night, we've been inseparable. all of those feelings i had so long ago are coming back like a fucking hurricane and i don't know how to react to the butterflies. he was my reason for up and moving to austin, and now he's my reason for staying here in dallas. pathetic, i know. i can't wrap my brain-stems around it. how can one man have so much power over me without even meaning to? note to self; you're a crazy bitch, nicole. ha, ha.
how i miss austin. you wouldn't believe how happy i was there. for the first time in my entire nineteen years, i felt like i was home. it didn't matter how shitty my apartment was or how broke i constantly was, all i cared about was making music and meeting new people. god, i miss my friends from that city. i know i'll move back soon, as soon as this ridiculous infatuation comes to an end once again.
more later, i promise.
how i miss austin. you wouldn't believe how happy i was there. for the first time in my entire nineteen years, i felt like i was home. it didn't matter how shitty my apartment was or how broke i constantly was, all i cared about was making music and meeting new people. god, i miss my friends from that city. i know i'll move back soon, as soon as this ridiculous infatuation comes to an end once again.
more later, i promise.