We're fated to pretend.

I love when words just pop into my head and make me tear up, even if they don't make sense; they just flow in a way that breaks barriers all around me and makes everything fall right into place. When those words collide and give everything meaning, creativity reminds me I'm alive. I wish I could tell stories that everyone would relate to and envy, but I can't make words flow like that outside of my head. I'm just not that impressive... but I'll always try until something changes.

Tomorrow, autumn is supposed to become a lot less shitty. Tuesday's high is sixty-eight degrees... just thought I'd throw that in there a tad. There has been non-stop cold and rain for days now, and I've been just about ready to kill everyone around me if the sun didn't come out. I'm being very optomistic about this week, which hopefully means it'll finally be a good one. Last night, I cried more than I believe I've cried since Toby found out about John. But after tossing and turning for hours, I finally got a good night sleep after a really long talk with Toby. Things are looking up, I suppose. I'm done getting my hopes up, because it just makes me fall even harder. But, life happens. Whatever goes, and when it goes, it won't suck the life out of me anymore. I'm too happy to be sad :)

I love you.