We made quite a mess, babe.

I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city,
and I bet sometimes you’re thinking about me.

Oops.

Well, it's been a minute since I've updated this...
My bad... I promise I'll get better at it.

A lot has just been going on.
I've been writing again though.

All that will be posted later.

2012

I spent way too much of 2012 dealing with an asshole who didn't care a damn thing about me.

Here's to 2013, hoping I get my shit together.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

When did you get here you sneaky mother fu....

High Hopes.

I can talk to you about anything.

And I am so in love with this feeling.

It's got to be you.

i hate you.

i can't help but just feel it.
yet, at the same time, i just want to talk to you.

what the hell is this? what the hell did you do to me?
it was one day. it shouldn't have meant anything.
and you're gone. you're across the country.

i hate you. i hate you. i hate you.
i want you. i miss you.
i hate you.

Secondhand

Secondhand by Cassadee Pope

Every time you show up here again
Hands in your pocket, heart on your sleeve
Tell me all about what you need
Lean in close, but I'll take what I can get

Breathe you in, breathe you in like my first cigarette
Breathe you out, breathe you out, turning off the regret
Don't worry, baby, 'cause it's all my fault
I'll take the part that she doesn't want