Listening to: DMB
shoulder dump, train of thought:
She totally went behind my back in a sense.
though I cant say I havent done the same so who am I to talk.
I'm gonna rock you like a baby when the cities fall.
*Interlude*
I think I'm so sane that I'm losing my mind.
Should I tell? should it stay a secret?
Is there a risk to be taken?
can I trust her? is she jealous? Am I?
It's been, what, four years almost. Jesus I need to just admit that I cant do it alone.
Bartender please, I know it's late. Hook me up.
I still might be great without the help. But think of life with one less worry.
it's under control for now.
She doesnt know the power she yields.
And then there's Her. New, but equally out of this league I think i'm in. I can be a magnet for relationshipal failure.
I make up too many words.
Train: derailed.
the picture on yourr diaryy is veryy prettyy.
I suppose my mother is most to blame, and Kris' father is the other subtle contributer, but mostly it's been something we've brought happily upon ourselves. I've never doubted Kris as a husband or a father, so pre-determing our future has not frightened me, but excited me--both of us. Once in a blue moon comes that wide-eyed wonder that this is what is expected of us, but most of the time it's eagerness to get to that point
Happy December