January 9, 2015

  • Written on Jan 7th 2015

    This will be a better year.
    This will be a better year…
    So goes the chorus of a song that Blaine took the time to download for me and send me over Skype because he says he plays it at the beginning of each year and it gives him hope and excitement, he said he hopes it does the same for me. I hope it does too. And I sure hope those ringing words ring true. But I woke up feeling refreshed today and I haven't been feeling as down lately. I really don't want to jinx another long year into being a living hell, but I feel different. I'm just crossing my fingers that this will be the comeback year. I could really use one right about now. Anywho. I'm typing on Samson right now. Thought you'd never hear me say that? Think again. He's back, like a pheonix rising from the ashes, I've reincarnated his spirit into my new Microsoft Surface. SAMSON LIVES ON! <3 It's just one little thing that brings me back a little closer to where I used to be, where I want to be, where I should've have always been. But if he can be reincarnated, why can't I? Can someone please find Shelley, wherever she is, wherever she went, shake her and wake her up, bring her back and reincarnate her into this empty-shell that I am, and have been for two years now. Bring us back. Let's come back. Enough playing around, it's been amusing watching this spiraling hell on earth progress over the past two years I'm sure, but it's time to stop now. Let me come back. Let the tornado stop twisting, let me lift the curtains to peak out into the sunshine once again. God, how I've longed for some sunshine… Is the storm over yet? Make a wish and say a prayer, cross your fingers, count to three, hold your breath and lift your head, for the smoke is clearing from the midst, and summer's coming once again.