note to self

No matter what happens, it will be okay.
You love as hard as you can.

i'm not sorry

I have never hated the weather more.

Cincinnati has fallen out of orbit and will from here on out stop experiencing the seasons; instead, we will have perpetual 55 degrees and rainy.

I miss Kansas.
I miss Minnesota.
I miss California.

Take me away from here.

(but I'm studying music so that makes it all okay.)