random thoughts --

there's often something about home i miss. i'm not sure what it is -- maybe the feeling of driving down familiar streets. the feeling of driving. familiar roads, faces, coffee places..

i wish i could be home just to have coffee with you when you're down.

there are days when i feel like i'm about to physically fall apart and break in half. today was one of those days.

there's so much of me i still hide from you. sometimes i don't think you know how much i appreciate your patience.

sometimes i don't sleep because i'm scared of what i'll end up dreaming.

second semester senior year, i went to the barnes on 75th street at least once a week just to be. i miss those times.

this semester has been a whirlwind of thoughts and events and people and places and sometimes i wish i could just...