Wednesday, May 27, 2009

"There's nothing really left to say. My soul is stuck on the interstate. When I finally get around to coming home, I have long forgotten the area code."
- Fake Problems
"Heart BPM"

For a while, I felt like that. When Florida was running a different show every weekend, I completely disconnected myself from everyone at home. I lost a lot of friends (while gained many close ones), and just didn't feel like my life was at home anymore. I missed everyone.

Things have calmed down, and I'm around more. That's a plus. I miss my friends that I only really get to see at wrestling events, but I will see them eventually. That's just how it goes.

Filling up notebooks again with writings. I love that. I haven't done it in years.

I don't really have anything to say that I want to talk about in here. Talk to me in person if you want to. I don't bite.


1 comment:

chet said...