My Refuge

So I know I said I'm quitting smoking. And as much as I understand accepting a new cigarette as a gift contradicts that, but it's a cigarette holder. I'm kind of a sucker for them. Any who. This is my new room. It's small, and perfect in many ways. Also, this is my "Alaskan" beer, and I'm pretty happy about that too. Today I went to the wake of a boy I dated in middle school. I didn't really want to go. But, I felt that if I didn't I might regret it. I stayed long enough to watch his girlfriend of two years heart break, understand that he was essentially the star child of his family, and reminisce. Contrary to the habits of society, there aren't too many people I've encountered thus far in my life that I'd genuinely be able to say this of if they passed, but he was a great guy. See you at the crossroads KB.

Pulp Fiction

Im trying to quit smoking. I am quitting smoking. I love my boyfriend, but he's been pissing me off tonight. I still love him. my nose is running, and these back steps are getting colder. So much so that my nose is running. I miss my Dad. I miss my Mom, too. They're both gone a lot but tonight she was home. She put on a song which I intend to eventually get tattooed on my body in her hand writing. She held me tight and we danced until the audienced roared, and after she left the room I cried at the sink, because some day I won't be able to dance with her.