as i re-read all these things i wrote, in such meticulous order, i relive every single moment of that roller coaster ride i call a relationship.
yes, i still call it a relationship
from the declarations of my sanity to teachers and passers-by in the halls, to the condescending lectures by my mother of how she doesnt want to see me like that again and why would i travel there and be stupid
i drive there on auto-pilot, to painfully recall each sneaky encounter or worthwhile adventure.
more of these 'no subject' posts will follow as i muster the courage to open up those tattered, tucked away little notebooks that hold more of me than still exists outside of them.
