...writing...
I've almost finished my metaphoric poem. I've seriously had it in my notebook for the better part of a whole season but it's getting really hard to not sound like an angsty teenager. And then I scribbled down 2 more that have full poem potential and a bunch of one liners that I'll use as inspiration. It's so weird, I can only write at night. Sunlight just makes me too happy right now.

...life...
Rascal Flatts - Yes I Do, is all I have to say about another lost best friend. I couldn't find my own words because they'd all be vengeful and I'm quite upset about the situation but I've lost enough friends and lovers to know that this is not the end and there is nothing to cry about. A ring is a ring, but his, with no song to sing.

I'm trying to be positive because some of the words I hear would throw any girl into this euphoric madness over a man but I know better than that. I just can't do it. As much as I want to be in love, I can't do it. I won't do it. There is not a man on this planet who doesn't hold the potential to hurt me and furthermore, there isn't a man on this planet who doesn't know that he has that potential. And post script on that note, there isn't a man on this planet who won't exercise his potential!

I should change my mood to cynical.