Life's a bitch. I was ignorant. I thought that maybe if I refused to question the future, things would never change. And yet here I am and the future is rushing at me full force. And I hate it. I don't know what emotion has taken over my body, but it's powerful, in a not-too-pleasant sort of way. It hurts basically.

Time manages to fly by when you enjoy it, its almost impossible to savor, yet it lingers for what seems like an eternity when you are separated from what you've grown to depend on.

I have this odd desire to do nothing for the rest of my life, just sleep. Sleep is good because it aids in hastening time and it allows me to dream. I have a feeling that it won't come to easy tonight though. I miss you.