and the beat goes on...

it's always much easier in words than in practice to get up and leave again. now that i am here, and 'summer' has begun, it's tough to head out into the wild blue yonder. i feel at this odd point in life where i want to be closer to some than i am, but the connections just aren't always steady. i want to have better control of what's going on, or something, who knows, but perhaps you can somewhat sympathize if you have any idea of what i'm going for.

i'll be headed up to ithaca tomorrow (later today), and dammit, i'm gonna cry again. i've left tears in so many places, and yet i barely even cry. i dunno man, here's hoping that a week from now, life will be patting me on the back for this one.

ps "toothpaste" has been majorly sucking lately. way to not help me out, drew.

Scars are souvenirs you never lose
The past is never far
Did you lose yourself somewhere out there
Did you get to be a star
And don't it make you sad to know that life
Is more than who we are

fucking hormones. they eat more emotions than sally struthers.