So sick, so sick of being tired. And oh so tired of being sick. So sick of setting bad examples, listen chick I’ve had all I can handle…

Is it possible for the honeymoon phase to never end? Why does it go away, is it the foxes that just keep hounding, until something gives and breaks and cracks and dyes? I don’t want to spend my time living in the past, but what if that’s the best time to remember.. How do two people come to be so far apart when their sleeping next to one and other. Recalling numerous taking back sunday lyrics. Is that why so many months of high school were spent listining to this sad sappy shit. Did I subconsciously know that there would be a time I would need those lyrics, that they would be the only thing easy enough to relate to when trying to maintain sanity. It all seems pretty heavy, when in reality it may only be a small period of time. The first semister of college that is, but what if these decisions really do matter in the outcome of my life. Who’s to say?

..of keeping me on the edge of my seat

How do we create a future reminiscent of the past when all of the other factors have been changed?