Dear Friday February 5 2010,

Please come sooner.  I know that we’ve never met before, and it even seems selfish to ask such a thing of you.  Move time? I should know by now that time doesn’t stop nor go faster for anyone.  It’s just, things are getting bad again, and the only way for them to get remotely better is for you to come and we can meet face to face at 4:00.  I’m getting sick thinking about the week and three days we have yet to come across, I don’t know how I will survive that time.  But just knowing that your arrival will be soon gives me the will to carry on.

Truly Yours,

Me

Red jumpsuit apparatus

“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” -Dr. Seuss

I try to tell myself that everyday…

I wish I could really defy gravity…

…and actually live my life

liveoutloudwithme:

loveorsomething:

fairytalesexist:

melissaanicole:

amybuck:

ellefxckingyes:

throughbrokenglass:

princessleiashomegurl:

jerryeffinpierce:

jacatttackk:

musicisouronlysurvival:

-tellmeyouloveme:

justcarlie:

lovethepatla:

brytie:

johlikethemoon:

(via nevershoutuna)

I know you think I’ve forgotten you

And that you’re not important anymore

But that’s not true

I think about you everyday

The one about fairytale love

I you’re always in my heart

Endless scenarios play in my mind

Because you inspire me

The one about finishing my novel

You give me hope

That one day it can take me away

The one about telling everyone exactly what I think

Your day will come

And you will have your chance

It may not be as grandeur as you wish

But the day will come

The one about something that will never happen

I still have hope for you

As I lay awake trying to breeze into unconsciousness

You come into my mind

And lead me into a peaceful sleep

So dreams

Do not give up hope

Because you are not forgotten

Just locked away deep in my heart

Because your entrance into the world is special

Just believe

Your day will come

Why do I feel like I haven’t moved for the past year? I’m in the same exact place as I was last year. Same shit different day. Or should I say same shit different guy. Yes, I am back to being the number two spot in someones life.

I recall a few months ago while away in NY a very wise person told me I have to stop doing this to myself. They told me to get out and that the person would realize what they were missing. They have yet to do so. I’m not trying to be whiney about this. That was my main concern with a blog because too many are about absolutely nothing.

I guess this is on a more deeper mental level. I do this to myself. I accept the fact that I’m number two in someones life and I have not done anything about it.

I could be physically miles away. Yet if I keep accepting I still have gone nowhere.

A nice mix of my NY life with my at home life.  Nick Santino covering Taylor Swift