its 18 degrees
its 18 degrees
its 18 degrees
its 18 degrees
its 18 degrees
its 18 degrees
its 18 degrees

its like 40 degrees in my room

ugh... i hate.. how cold my room gets when its just me in it
it was never this cold when you were here

blah. i miss fall.
i wrote a poem the other night while i was at work..
for someone i care about a great deal whos moving away soon..

i just dont know if i should post it or not, its really good but meh..
i should just let it die.

i really. really dont like this time of year, i like snow but i like snow while im sitting in a warm room with a huge window so i can WATCH it.

i love fall the most
who knows where ill be in the fall..? might not even get to see the same things things this year as im used to..

its scarey when you think about it that way



im sure that person i care about it will be seeing a whole lot of things hed always wanted to see..
and i dont just mean the weather.. dunno. im sure everything will work out for everyone this year.