Daisy, my grandpa's dog, died yesterday. . .I think? I just heard about it today. I cried. I'm still crying. I don't know what to do. :0(

First of all, I'll start off with the good happy news. Sunday night Megan had a girl's night cocktail party at her house because her parents and sister were in Vegas at the time. Well, I got drunk - for the first time in my life, and it was quite magical. We were drinking vodka(which is my drink of choice so far) and it took five glasses of that to ( Read more... )

I find myself having many days where I don't know what to do with myself. I have plenty of options, but I just sit in Steff's room and vegetate. I swear, I have never been able to shut my brain off before I met Steff and went in her room ( Read more... )

I have a lot of guilt stored up in me, and I don't know how to release it. It flashes in my brain, in still life. Photograph form. It comes unexpectantly, rapid, then dissapears ( Read more... )

Driving down a dark road
on the last night of his life
Michael's in the back seat
Thinking everything's alright
He was young, and so invincible

The radio was blasting
in the car he got from dad
tail lights in the distance
are the last of him I have
and it's all so inconceivable

Chorus:
When they told me you were gone ( Read more... )

Today would have been my grandpa's 70th birthday.
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I have so many memories of your truck. Some of them are powerful while others are simple in their nature. All of them have multiplied in significance since your passing ( Read more... )

My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away
But every now and then you come to mind
Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game
But when your name was called, you found a place to hide
When you knew that I was always on your side

Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent ( Read more... )