a computer screen, wires, and whatever else sit between you and someone else. It's like there is tens of thousands of miles between two people, yet they are right next to eachother. That is what a computer does.

I hate that feeling of being right next to someone, yet on the opposite ends of the earth. And to know that you cant say anything to them. Just stair at a blog, a screen name, an online profile. A photo. And all you could ever want is to know they are thinking the exact same thing about you. But pride gets in the way. Or the future. Or our fears.

I am a beautiful mess this month. The kindof mess where you take five minutes to wallow in the alluring disapointment that makes up most of life. But only five minutes. Then you suck it up, smile at the world around you. You move on. You live. The world should stop. It doesnt. It moves, and you move with it. You roll down your windows as you drive, blair that cd, cry as hard as you can, laugh as loud as you can and love.

you love. just love.