Wishing, Waiting, Hoping

Waiting to exhale, waiting for my new life to begin, waiting for you, waiting for me, waiting.

Hoping to exhale, hoping for my new life to begin, hoping for you, hoping for me, hoping.

Wishing to exhale, wishing for my new life to begin, wishing for you, wishing for me, wishing.

Knee Deep Snow

I don't believe it's possible for things to get any better for me right now. There is very little chance that I won't get hired into this new job, I have a great apartment in a location in the city that will allow me to live my dream of going car-less, and I am talking to who might be the man of my dreams. It doesn't happen often that so many aspects of my life line up in perfect order like this. My euphoria is unmatched. With weekends off, and no car payment, I'll be able to make more trips to Seattle, and maybe even other places. It's amazing all the ways having a car is holding me back. That one small convenience takes away from so many other things I could be experiencing in my life.

I hate you

Don't you fucking dare write a poem about how in love with me you still are you fucking asshole. I can't believe how much this has affected me today. I hate you. Why don't you understand that? You fucked me up in ways you will NEVER understand. You made me feel like less of a person. What, can't you find someone else to make feel awful about themselves?

Go fuck yourself.