"I found the cure to growing older

and you're the only place that feels like home."


Nothing has changed. I'm still feeling stale. I wrote some interesting pieces this weekend but they are still kind of rough. Maybe after I fix them up I'll post some. At the end of August I'm retreating to Tennessee for a week or two. I can't wait to spend that time away from here so I can really clear my head and get back to normal. I think this place is what ails me. I need a cabin in the woods and a daily morning walk to a beautiful body of water. I think after college I'd like to move there permanently. Maybe work at the marina for a small salary and only see the city for short vacations or visits. I could do it. Give me a few fancy parties each year to let me dress up and play pretend, then I'd go back to a peaceful life. I change my mind about everything constantly, but I truly hope I still want this in 2 years. I do, however, hope I change my mind about marriage and a family by then. Sometimes when I'm caught off guard I smile and think about how wonderful it would be to have a husband and to raise a child with him. Unfortunately that dream is interrupted the moment I speak to another human being. Men, to be more specific.




They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone
But for what we've become, we just feel more alone
Always weigh what I've got against what I left
So progress report: I am missing you to death