My biggest fear is remaining a person with a dream.
Because at that point, my dream will still be my dream, and I don’t want it that way. I want it to be my reality.
I wish people could just slow down sometimes and admire the beauty of absolutely nothing, with me. Just enjoy it. Every second of it. Stare at the trees for a moment. Put your arm out the window while you drive and feel the air catch in your palm. Listen to the silence when it’s late at night. Just admire everything and absolutely nothing.
It’s quite beautiful, really.
I miss my nephews.
I miss them so much and continue to hate my brother for doing such a thing. I hope that he regrets it. I hope that he regrets it with all of his life.
I just want them to be loved. If they grow up to hate my brother, so be it. He was a dead-beat dad.
I hate him, too.
Sleep, babe. Sleep.
I really hope that you text me tonight. I don’t want to disturb you because I know that you are peacefully in your slumber, and I do not feel as if it is my right to interrupt. Just there have been some thoughts that have been conceived in my mind, and I just want to make sure that we are on the same page.
And I Don’t Quite Realize Just How Much I Miss You
Until my phone doesn’t vibrate for over an hour, or I cannot see your face, or we have just departed our separate ways. Because then I know that I am not b.s.ing myself. I realize then, when my mind is blank and my heart is cringing, just how much I miss you.
BLAHHHHH
And all of a sudden, my mind flooded and began to drowned in a tsunami wave of not giving one single shit anymore.
