"He isn't right for you.

He'll never be right.

Let him go.

Let yourself b e f r e e."

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I can't figure this out. I don't even know why it's happening, honestly. I'm blogging to Sade right now...that in itself, is a little loony. I wanted to go somewhere with this blog but I just NOW decided, right here in this uncomfortable chair at Starbucks, that I don't want it to go anywhere. It's going to be a stream of consciousness post. Sound good? It's not like anyone ever reads this anyway. The music in Starbucks is entirely too loud and Big Band. Like...really? This is NOT a good place for someone to be who has a hangover. I'm getting way too old to stay out drinking all night. I've been listening to 23 by Jimmy Eat World on pretty much repeat. Kind've apprehensive about turning 23. Emily looked like she had the best birthday ever. I really hope she did. She deserved it, after last year's birthday. I feel like I'm drifting away from God. I hate that feeling. I wonder if there will come a day where I will never feel that way again. My heart feels a little weary and under the weather today. I wonder if this struggle is even something I should be struggling with at all... It seems a little pointless. Maybe it will prove me wrong. I can't decide if I hope it does or doesn't. Ryan Adams still makes my heart hurt. That really pisses me the hell off. I want to be able to listen to him all the time. But I can't even make it through some songs without having to turn it off. Turn it off or drown. At least I know turning it off is the better decision, now... I mean, how long is it gonna take? It's been MONTHS. I think that I'm going to take Hadasse's advice on that one. Watch out, Ryan Adams, the next sunny/fun day I'm having, you're going to blare out of my speakers. And it's going to continue to be a damn good day. No turning you off, no drowning. I need to mail some things. I need some motivation. It's time to get out of this uncomfortable chair. We said the word comfy sooo many times lastnight. I seem sorta drunk in this post. It's sorta hilarious. Pointless. Good day to you, my faithful 6 readers!