man it's been forNEVER since i posted something decent around here that made proper sense.
So since today was pretty productive as a study session. I am eversodetermined to make everything i do today productive.

OKAY SO THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SPONTANEOUSLY INSPIRED POST, but my dad just had to come at the right moment to say :
MY TURN.

LOVE YOU DAD.

when I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings   

of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.  

Or if I am falling to earth weighing less   

than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up   

with their lovers and are carrying food to my house.  

When I open the mailbox I hear their voices   

like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle

passing through the tall grasses and ferns  

after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.   

I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away   

from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them. 

- How I am

  Jason Shinder

Hayley's voice was made for this.