Sometimes when something isn't right and I can tell things are off, I realize in an instant that I'm dreaming. And in that moment, nothing matters.
But some days, it doesn't work. Some days, I stop and think "this isn't real", but I still don't wake up.
And yet, still, nothing matters.
WORK HARD PLAY HARDER
I lost a good friend of 2 years last night. Her name was Jena, and she loved chewing on my hair. She was sweet and gentle and had the best eyebrows.
Hold them tight and love them fiercely, they are gone so swiftly.
I just barely managed to finish "Yardley" in time.
