It's not the world's greatest answer, but then again, it's not the world's worst answer. What's the question you ask? Well, that I cannot tell you. Not because I'm trying to be mean or anything, but really I don't want to start getting my hopes up. I have screwed up really badly here in the past, and I think I've grown up past all that shit. I just hope that I'm right and that he sees that.
It's not a safely, fallback thing. Not anymore because I know he doesn't have to do this. He could say screw you and move on with his life. And if he does, well... that's gonna be a hard pill to swallow.
But I guess those two little words explain it all.
We'll see...
Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. Or as the poet Donte put it: in the middle of the journey of my life, I found my self in a dark wood for I had lost the right path. Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.
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guess who started a new blog? that she'll update for real-real??? :D
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