lonely . . .

tired, and u-t-t-e-r-l-y homesick.

never thought i would ever feel homesick here while living in Paradise.

Christie would be proud.

I am humbled.

at least i have a firm grasp on the balloons that will captivate my attention again soon enough

"when I push you away and say you simply cannot stay here, it's all love my stupid love."
"you can't be the one to kill the pain anymore."

-ingrid michaelson

oh and p.s. i love you all, it's been a while huh?