keeping my heart awake

I need to fix my guitar. Once and for all. Everyday without it, makes it harder to breathe.

Okay, not really.
But almost.

you have to want it a little more than that.

I have a sick sense of humor.
But you're laughing. So what does that say about yours?
It's very sick.
You didn't have to respond. You didn't have to start it. You didn't have to laugh. You didn't have to make me laugh. But you did.
So I'm left here with little choice, but to encourage it. (:

With a little less of my heart on the line this time. Just in case.

I aint missing you at all.

Everytime I think of you
I always catch my breath
I'm still standing here
And your miles away.

I hear your name in certain circles
And it always makes me smile
I spent my time just thinking about you
And its almost driving me wild

And I ain't missin' you at all
Since you've been gone
Away.
I ain't missin' you
No matter what I might say.

Obsessive? Yes.

So.

I didn't expect roller coasters until later this summer. But I'm caught in one right now. Most likely, my journal either doubts my devotion, or is wishing I had better words to record. And likewise, my blog. I've been sleeping with my guitar, trying again and again to write that song I've tried to write over and over again. But I love life today. Tis good. Thrilling. I feel loved. Where I am has never seemed more normal. Although I know I'm destined to never elude ghetto entirely.

I must interrupt this to proclaim that my righteous, worthy, brother is going on his mission to South Africa on November 11th. <3 Excited for him doesn't begin to describe. :D It's smile-stretching-off-my-face kind of excited.

(PdotSdot, Mandy Moore didn't even write Only Hope. Switchfoot did. Why? Because Switchfoot owns.)

Peace out.

The sound of an old guitar is saving me.

What is a girl to do?
You are my weakness.