the atlantic was born today

Graeme said it best: you gotta grow up sometime.

it's as cold as expected up here, and that's only when it's 28. i hear sunday will go down to 16 D: i think i'm done complaining though. all of last week, everywhere i could think of, i told anybody who could listen that it was gonna suck. it'd be cold. i'll miss everyone, and all that. but it's not that big a deal. i'm probably just scared since this is the first time i've ever been away from georgia, or my parents. but in reality, how is this any different from kids going to college out of state? time to grow up, you know? i'm just glad people were so patient with me.

i've been hiding under covers my entire life. went home every weekend saying i had familial obligation. which is true, but somewhere along the way i think i started using it as a crutch. the same way i don't ever make decisions. i thought i was being considerate, when in reality i was running away from the responsibility of it.

everything will be fine, right? i hope i come back a changed person. a better person.

p.s i wrote today. but until i get the nerve to get off my high horse and find a fucking beta, no way will it be in good enough condition to post. the thing about writing is, it's so easy to get caught up in it that i forget it's a learning process. because life lesson no. 58 is that everyone has a blind spot. idk, we'll see.



Most people were overjoyed; they took to their boats
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door
Have been silenced forevermore
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh, no

I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer