I guess this is safe.

I haven't written in awhile because I'm extremely happy and nothing is bothering me. I make more money than I should, I have more friends than I figured I ever would and I have a hobby that can carry me into football season.

Yeah, I still want to - and will try to - move after I figure out if/when I'm losing this job. I want it to be North Carolina. It's cheap, they have sweet BBQ, it's a new place for me and it isn't far from home.

What I like about where I am in life is that I'm right where I should be and I'm right where I wanted to be when I was 20.
I'm missing a few pieces, sure, but I've got all of the building blocks and I've got all of the tools.
Over the weekend I made amends with a few people I felt like I needed to 'grow up' about. I don't know that I really made them feel any better but I feel content enough with just knowing I tried.

I can't complain, I have so much with so little and none of it even allows for any stress.
I'm sorry I almost ran away from this sort of situation.

It hurts me so much that I don't put any thought into anything anymore.

We hold the keys, we dream the dreams.
We're only know what we believe.

It's 2am, I haven't slept in a couple days, I'm afraid the future might change me.
We can't move with broken legs,
Don't pollute my mind.

Its not like anything you do today will matter tomorrow.
Go. Get drunk, drive home. Answer the phone.

I saw you in my nightmare, so yeah, I'm a little lost without you.

So, I guess I did it to myself but I fell asleep at 9:30 last night. I don't know that I was really expecting to see or hear from anyone, but I didn't.

You're real cute until you open your mouth.

"Oh my God, we're in for a storm!"
You woke in sweat for the 4th time this week and screamed.
"We're a mess! We're drowning in stress!"
I know where they keep the pills that fix 'everything.'

Hide under the stars.
I know where you are.
I know you can't be far.

Addiction won't win.
We live in sin.

I wake up in fear because I'm scared that one day I'll be as lonely as you look to me.

Empty like the bottles you throw in the stream.
Yeah, its a flood.
I hope you came prepared.

Hello, Hi, High

Hey Mike, it's important to know what this feels like.
Just stay home and sleep alone a few nights.

Every week, we don't speak.

My love works harder than your lungs.