epic
Well im drunk and its 3am. Months ago I would have taken tonight very seriously since tomorrow or i suppose today I would be running the houston marathon @6. Now I am not, my sister broke her foot and I myself had injuries. However at some point I decided to not train so hard for the marathon but in a strange way train instead for love and life. Some days I really stand tall and am proud of me. Yet others I look in the mirror and am ashamed. But more than anything I want love and something that works. I know im supposed to wait I just get lonely, and believe me there is nothing good other then some paintings like starry night that have come from such tragic events. I am rambling. I always wondered what I say or would say in drunk dials... now I know... im sorry.