there's nothing here to hold on to

its not that far.
its not that far.
it really isn't that far.
seriously, 85 miles. how difficult is that? hour & a half. really.
"i'm so lonesome i could cry". yeah. pretty much.

sad when the person i talk to the most is 1400 miles away. got really used to talking to him... he's not online tonight :(

i shouldn't feel guilty about wanting to spend time with him. jeez. i miss him like hell.

there seems to be nothing but an immense spread of miles between me and where i'd rather be. what the fuck am i doing here?

just a tidbit

Once again I sit poised with my pen (marker) over the paper, feeling inspired but with nothing to convey. As usual, my mind wanders to the male species, two in particular. But as usual, words fail me. Considering I'm not entirely sure I even comprehend my feelings toward either one, trying to capture those feelings would render them incompletely...