Melancholy.

I told myself I wouldn't blog anymore. I told myself I didn't need it.


But I'm lonely. And I'm sad.

And I've got too much time to think.

I'm emotional.

And i'm just really really lonely.

It's just too hard to say I'm scared.

I Do

I'm ready. I'm young and over eager and incredibly illogically idealistic. I've gotmy head in the clouds and i usually thing mistakes are the best choices of my life.

But i mean it. I really do. I feel silly and girlish and over demanding. I'm ridiculous and typical and maybe even stupid. I'm typical and wrong. But no doubts. no take backs. I mean it.

And because it's dawned on me that I know that I want and that i see the path I want to take. And because I feel like i'm ready...

I feel like I'm waiting. And it's like everyone gets what they want and I'm waiting.

And it's that much harder. It's harder.



But maybe it's even worth it.







(I Hope he realizes. I hope he's ready too.)