December 2009
2 posts
Picking at Old Wounds
So, I realize that its been quite a while since I’ve written on here. A lot’s happened. Some good, some bad. I certainly wish I had journaled everything. I am at home right now. Sitting in my parent’s living room.
I know that its probably too little, too late. But I miss you. And when we hung out this past weekend, I could feel a little bit of the old feelings sort of breaking...
You know what bothers me about you?
How fast you get over me.