I am not home. I miss my friends. My boyfriend (as have most of my boyfriends) does not appreciate me. I am in a place in my life where I purely miss my apartment on the mountain, conversations with my roommate, beer with the boys on wednesdays, the Mudpie, driving around and always ending up somewhere that I knew people. I miss it. I am lonely and sad. I thought love could cure what ailed me, and I come to find out that love has only taken me away from everything that I DID have. Please call me. Please don't forget me. I have nothing else. I am drunk and posting in my blog for the first time in months.
Posted by michellegsfl at August 7, 2005 02:07 AM | TrackBackI'm home for the first time in 7 years and you aren't here. Everything here entirely sucks. I can't find a job to save my life, and I'm trying my best to adjust, and things don't feel right for me either. Guess it all depends on where you're standing. Just let it be known that I'd love for you to be here, and you're just as missed as you'd like to think you are.
Posted by: Heather at August 8, 2005 06:18 PMAh, drunkin blogging. (Bloggin) I think I have made that sound before, after lots of Jager.
Posted by: Francoamerica at August 9, 2005 09:57 AM