I wish I could count on you.

Then again I wish for a lot of things.

I'm supposed to go out and go get my "big fruit" but it's like...

If you don't want to be around I won't ask you to stay, you know?

However I known I've got a world of chances for you...that if you were to ever miss me as a part of your life I'd say "welcome back" in a heartbeat. I truly mean that. Not even in any romantic way. Just in the oh hey I can trust and count on you la dee da.


I need to stop being a thinker...and write less while it's a bottle of wine I'm downing.

Isn't it funny the things I come up with? I got in trouble for living in s pretend ideal world and now I'm thinking of another ideal world. Reality would be nice, right?

Except reality doesn't seem to allow hopes and dreams and "where would we be, if we couldn't dream?" seriously. I hold onto my dreams. They're a nice thing to have

Am I even making sense? I should go. If anyone reads this I am sorry. I'll be better for you tomorrows tonight is just a night I'll allow myself.

Niiiigggghhhhtttt. I'm pathetic.