Early morning/late night Blackberry nonsense

My ears won't stop bleeding, it's making lying down extremely uncomfortable. I'll get some warm salt water to fix them, though. But not now.

I want Alpine to open

I want my tattoo

I want some coffee and a smooth

Should I re-evaluate my life? Make some adjustments?

I miss Summer, I miss Chicago, and I miss youuu, you, you, you. I decided not to call you anymore because whispered words into phone receivers don't seem real to me. I think I should wait. 1500 people are waiting, but it feels like I'm waiting the most. How vain of me to say, but I don't care. It's how I've been feeling.

I miss the stars and sneaking out.

It's four in the morning, I should be sleeping. Like normal people do. I think it would be nice if I was paired with another insomniac, it would make the night less lonely. But I enjoy the quiet, the time I actually get to breathe. I can't be any more contradictory if I tried. Ha!

I talked to Victor on Saturday about feelings. It's the only thing I remember before I blacked out. Apparently I said, "People think feelings are disturbing. It's like they're radios or unnecessarily warm jackets , people tune in when the listening is good and take them off when it's uncomfortable." It made sense at the time... not so much now, I suppose.

I'm not a wishful person, I wish I was.

Ohhhhh, the irony.

I don't remember what I posted last, something about a genuine reform? If I started to nurse my own wounds, and search for my own happiness instead of letting it dwell in others; would that be a genuine change?

Someone carve a name into me, a heart into me. Anything.

My mind is racing and I'm short of breath trying to keep up with it. This is fantastic. I'm coming back around.

I'm all over the place and tripping over my feet. I. Love. It.

I'm coming back around.