Dreaming I was dreaming

I had a dream last night - I went back to work for my old boss at Westfair. And she came to me and said "Hi."

Still wearing long hair, still wearing pink.


Everyday everyday
Everyday everyday

"And I ask the good lord why you sigh, he told me we live to die" ~ bonethugz, crossroads

Being positive is so much easier said than done.

The only bright spot at the moment.. is that I'm able to drink under the sun, at the patio, with a couple friends, after work. Just a tiny little bit of Puerto Plata.

I Hate Everything About You

"All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me"

-Three Days Grace

Fall from Grace

What it feels like to find out your paradise was all but a disguise. We hung out, we danced. We drank, we had each other. She kissed me, and she lied.

Falling from heaven is hard. It's worse when you're plunging straight into oblivion at the blink of an eye.

"And I dont know if I've ever really been loved
By a hand that's touched me,
And I feel like something's gonna give
And I'm a little bit angry, well"
Matchbox 20, Push

Passion For Life

I felt like I was a million bucks. I WAS a million bucks.
As I walked into the pool, by the bar, I was the star.

Reality bites.. it's depressing.

Puerto Plata, feels like a distant dream. It's far from comforting knowing 2 weeks later I'm missing everything there more than ever. The place, the food, the booze, the ocean, the sun, the stage shows, the swim-up bar. And I miss every person I met there.