Atlantic.

"And all the girls in every girly magazine can't make me feel any less alone,

I'm reaching for the phone, to call at 7:03,

And on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home.

But I know it's too late, I should have given you a reach to stay."

One year ago today, I was getting on a plane and flying across the Atlantic.

Everything should have ended differently.

If all goes well, five months from today I'll be getting on a plane and flying South; for good.

If I don't get into Savannah, I don't know what I'll do.

+ 66 days of school left.

+ 70 days until I'm legal.

+ 71 days until Graduation.

My dog's head is laying on my lap.

Right now, I don't feel so alone.

Someday you will be loved

"You'll be loved, you'll be loved, like you never have known

And the memories of me will seem more like bad dreams

Just a series of blurs, like I never occurred

Someday you will be loved."

-Death Cab for Cutie

"We will be. By people that can handle us and see all of us and understand all of us even more so than we thought the others could. God made one man for me and one man for you and he designed them where they are unable to fall in love with anyone else but us. Which means that we'll never fall in love with anyone but them either. Which means we've never loved before. Even though we think we have. Something to look forward to in our near futures." -Cheryl

I'll never forget those words, ever, ever, ever.

Thank you.

Words of wisdom.

I can be my own, on my own.

Just last the year

I'm. Still. Alive.

still living, still breathing, still moving, still thinking, still feeling, still here.

Senior year is coming to a close, but not quick enough.

And so the countdown begins, what am I saying, it's long begun,

+ 70 days until we're out of school.

+ 74 days until I'm legal.

+ 75 days until Graduation.

Now if only I can finish the rest of my college applications.

Not to mention this Senior research paper is kicking my butt.

Devin came over and cut my hair today.

It's just a few inches past my shoulders.

I really started to hate how awful I looked, so this was a refreshing change.

It grows so quickly, it'll be the same length it was again in no time.

I painted today during my free period, instead of going home; watercolor.

It wasn't anything serious, I was only messing around.

I'm really not good at all at all at all.

But none the less, it felt good.

I miss painting, I'm going to buy supplies as soon as possible.

It's getting warmer, and it's making me anxious.

I need the sunshine; the sun rays, the fresh air, the flowers.

This summer will be different than any other.

I'm not exactly sure what I mean by that either.

I really want an art book, my art has never all been in one place.

I would really like that for my collages.

I also really think it would be a good way for me to pull together my thoughts and feelings by expressing them with my art.

I really need a job.

Someone, anyone, please hire me..