today brian came over and we sprawled on my bed and talked for a long time. i hadn't seen him in nearly two weeks and last night i cried in the shower about it. it's the strangest situation and i never know quite what to do about it when i miss him that much. so i took a hot shower and washed my hair twice. said into my wet palms he's been my
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I make more jokes about my own major (it was a tossup between English and journalism, and I went with journalism - don't ask me why) than anyone else does, and I still don't care because I know that everything's going to work out and half the fun of all this chaos is living in the middle of it - taking the bad with the good and turning it all into a unique and beautiful collage of possibility and new wisdom.
And that last part sounded just a little cheesy, but I don't really care.
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