Going home tonight and all I can think about doing is grabbing my girl and catchin' the path to christopher, stopping by magnolia bakery for cupcakes, our tea shop and strolling along the waterfront as the sun sets.
I feel bad because she needs the money but I’m so happy because I love it when we watch it together. It makes it so much better and now I can hold her hand and cry on her shoulder during Songbird and then cry some more knowing we can go home together, cuddle up with some tea and just be in love.
media law is killing me. what do i have after this paper? oh, another seven page paper for african american literature, a presentation on william butler yeats in introduction to literary studies, a research proposal in communications research, a final portfolio that includes four updated pieces (all printed and mounted) of my design work from desktop publishing, plus three or so finals on top of that all. SO.MUCH.STRESS.
oh and i turn 21 somewhere in the middle of that mess.
You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.