There's a hole in my soul. And it's filled with so many things. But none of it is enough because there's nothing to hold it all together. And I shiver because the wind blows through it and I can feel the cold in my bones.

I fucking miss the York-hi.

Not high school, not York. Just the York-hi and its fabulous, mercurial and hilarious staff.

just saying

I like how we're still so much in each other's lives. I mean, we don't all talk everyday, or have to know every detail, but we're still interested in the same things that brought us together in the beginning, and it still works like it used to.

I appreciate y'all.

sometimes i feel as though i am seeing only a reflection of the world or that i am blind and all i see is only my imagination and that the only way to find truth is to close my eyes hold my breath and step forward

who am I to ask for more, to insist on hunger? why, when others are content to be satisfied, must I always search for more?

More people, more things, more words, more silence, more you, more me, more happy, more sad, more sleep, more coffee.

more. just like anything, if you say it enough it begins to lose meaning.

100th post.