You demand to be chased for your love. My desperate heart is far too weak to run for you this long. But you don't care at all. There's nothing I can do to draw you close to me. So, Texas sucked. Like . . . alot. But we made the best of it, and returned home safely. So I guess that's the most important thing. I had fun with Stef and Alex. Then again, I always do, so it wasn't really a surprise or anything. Can you take this silence like a pill so I can breathe again? I've been trying to ignore the best parts of you. I'm still hoping that I'll be with you somehow. Tomorrow is the big V-day. Not really excited. For what seems like the millionth year in a row, I will be alone on the 'most special day for relationships'. The odd thing is, I have never really cared that much. Sure, it would be nice to have someone to share it with, but it have never been a very big deal to me. Spending a romantic day at school is also not particularly appealing to me. Is it strange that the moment I returned home, I wanted to leave again? You would think that after being away, I would miss my family, my bed, my house, and all of the things I have been so accustomed to. The fact that I want so badly to leave home is frightening. It's not like I don't love my family and everything they do for me. It's just . . . I am so overly ready to get out of here. I love New Orleans, but I can't wait to just . . . GO. Is that normal? Eh, i dunno. I'll write more when I am otherwise inspired. Hopeless love, why did you carve your home in me? This broken heart is too weak to hold your weight. And now I regret the day we met. And help me forget your name.