and it hurts.

i wish it would go away.

stay away, never come back. i just want to be able to breathe again.

i'm going home, and you know what that means.. taco truck. mmm boy. it's almost like pie heaven. choose pie heaven.

It's funny how this all works out. Always asking for change and difference, yet more things are felt through someone else. Words aren't spoken, only when necessary, all other times they're sung through the vocals of opposition. It's a game we play, acting like we don't care, but we care so much that it hurts and you can't do anything but walk away. It frustrates me. I'm so frustrated. Why does taco truck have to be so fuckin' far? How long will it last? This is some endurance, or rejection, or perhaps a wall we all hide behind? When it rains, can you feel it in your heart?

Grr, the bill.
Word.

Grandma and Grandpa, in love.
Word.

It was Valentine's day, and to be honest, it couldn't have been any better. I went out to dinner with some of my bestest friends, the ones I love the most. And isn't that the whole point of Valentine's Day.. to be with the ones you love?

I love you guys, more than you know. I couldn't have asked for anything more.