She Couldn't Have Thought That That Was A Good Idea

So we are down to two photographers. Make that were.

We'd been going back and forth between the pros and cons of our potentials choices. One was nicer. The other had better quality. Neither were extremely creative.

I received an email at 8:11am from one of the women, not reading the email until this afternoon, after we met with the other lady.

The opening line read: "I still have a day job."

..

Let's Make That a Third

It's not because I didn't want to (not entirely), but because I couldn't. There was nothing bringing me back. Nothing.

Defeat: it seemed useless.
Inferiority: because somehow I convince myself that someone else is better than.
Complacency: nobody really reads anyways.

False. Not true. Lies.

The third time's a charm (and my favorite number).

Back For the Second Time

Okay so check it.

I've been away so long not because I didn't love you.
I do love you.
I've just been.. busy. You know.
Life got in the way.

Then I thought, life should be the way.

And so.. All to follow will be about grander things than my sundresses and sunsets, unless they are both extremely beautiful or extremely ugly.

Midnight Troubles

More like 3:47am agony. I have a final exam in about *looks at watch* 9 hours. Whatever.

I should be sleeping. I was about to go to sleep and then I saw something that made me think twice about my life. What have I really done?

If I could do it again, I would do it all. If I could do it again, I would do it from the beginning.

I waisted a lot of my college career keeping things to myself, keeping dreams to myself or in my little journal. Or in that intangible place they call consciousness. There was so much I wanted to do, so much I saw myself doing and I never did it. I just sat there and imagined what it would have been like, and now I'm feeling it. Heavy.

I wish.

I wish.

I wish.

But wishing never wrote the story. Doing did.

You Took the Words Right Out of My Heart

She said "Dear God: Please."

She Series

I'm upset that I even tried to care for you.  I used my smell good lotion, wore my too small shirt and just right shorts and you slept on the other bed, turned your back to me.  And now I cuddle alone under my covers, smelling like sugar

Put It In A Love Song

Or put it on facebook:

Taimur Charles Joseph Case I love you :)

because I haven't written on your wall since your birthday.

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