what i was talking about before...

i really have to work on getting and keeping my shit together.

because some nights, we drive and drive, and end up on all these numbered highways. we're laughing. we're having a fuckin glorious time.

and then time will hit, and i'll wonder how long exactly he's been gone or when i'll see him again.

my words start to not make sense because i'm in my own world and responding to comments made five minutes ago. but you know?

and we'll just say it's a ditz streak because it's easier than explaining what's truly going on.