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The homie Nick was lucky enough to be in the same room as the WS 2010 trophy at the j-o-b today and tried to make me feel as if I was there. Blurry, but it’s the thought that counts! I cry now. And NO, I’m STILL not over it.
Don't tell me not to feel lonely. You don't know what lonely is. I've spent many moons dancing by myself, and solo sunsets staring into my own eyes. Yet, I'm still here scratching and clawing and flou
People like to ask me if I miss you or just having someone there. I know they're trying to help, so I don't tell them, "No, I'm not a fucking idiot. I know how this goes, I've been here before. I've l
I had a dream about you last night. Right on time too, because I've been wanting to reach out to you more and more. And more. I never even get so far as to pick up my phone to type in your number, but
