Click click click.
Goes the keyboard on my phone as I type my fingers away. Unreal if you actually think about the technology we have now compared to 7 years ago. HA! Weird.
It's weird how people these days are so comfortable with texting... Even if they have unlimited talk. I mean, who wouldn't like it? You have time to think about what you wanna write back, you can erase it & the recipient will never know what you were thinking of saying... You could even be a bitch and they wouldn't have a clue.
I like talking on the phone. I like knowing that the person is actually 'lol'ing. I like to hear the sarcasm and seriousness in someone's voice. And I don't want to forget about grammar. You can't judge their spelling when you're talking to them! Call me crazy but that's annoying.
This blog is short and isn't very interesting tonight, but it's been something I always think about.
Welp. I'm out.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Tonight, I think about Devin.
Tonight is tough.
Last night I went to bed, woke up and remembered I had the best dream. I dreamt that i was hanging out with Devin. He told he he was in an awesome place and not to worry... Nearly all my dreams about him are of me asking how he's doing and he's always telling me not to freak out.. It's actually pretty weird because that's how it was even when he was around.
Life is life. You live, you do what you were supposed to and then you're gone... And everyone is stuck asking why.
No one will ever know why. It's probably the only answer we ever want... Well at least for me. I wasn't done hanging out with him, I wasn't done with him being my best friend. He was supposed to be here for me until it was my time to go. We were supposed to be best friends forever. And now we can't... Physically at least. I'm not looking for sympathy, I'm simply looking to vent. I guess it's a part of the healing process. Forgive me.
I'm always trying to be the strong girl, once I get a tear, I wipe it away and carry on... At least the best that I can. I know he doesn't want me crying over his death, I know that'll make him sad. But sometimes a girl can't help it. It's been awhile since I've sobbed. And I don't know when it's gonna strike again. I'm a little nervous because it can happen at any time.
I like talking about him and the kind of person he was.. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't talk about him...only because of the reaction I get out of people once I say "Devin used to do that".. It's like: oh my god, is she gonna start crying?!...
... NO. Okay, well I might.. But usually I don't. I love talking about him. And if you have any questions about him you can ask me... Even if its about the way he died. I don't care.
Devin was amazing. He was like a brother. He was nearly blood. To this day it's weird putting "devin" & "died" in the same sentence. I know I'm better than 4 months ago. And I know it'll get easier in the upcoming months.
Rest in paradise my sweet friend. Until we meet again.
Last night I went to bed, woke up and remembered I had the best dream. I dreamt that i was hanging out with Devin. He told he he was in an awesome place and not to worry... Nearly all my dreams about him are of me asking how he's doing and he's always telling me not to freak out.. It's actually pretty weird because that's how it was even when he was around.
Life is life. You live, you do what you were supposed to and then you're gone... And everyone is stuck asking why.
No one will ever know why. It's probably the only answer we ever want... Well at least for me. I wasn't done hanging out with him, I wasn't done with him being my best friend. He was supposed to be here for me until it was my time to go. We were supposed to be best friends forever. And now we can't... Physically at least. I'm not looking for sympathy, I'm simply looking to vent. I guess it's a part of the healing process. Forgive me.
I'm always trying to be the strong girl, once I get a tear, I wipe it away and carry on... At least the best that I can. I know he doesn't want me crying over his death, I know that'll make him sad. But sometimes a girl can't help it. It's been awhile since I've sobbed. And I don't know when it's gonna strike again. I'm a little nervous because it can happen at any time.
I like talking about him and the kind of person he was.. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't talk about him...only because of the reaction I get out of people once I say "Devin used to do that".. It's like: oh my god, is she gonna start crying?!...
... NO. Okay, well I might.. But usually I don't. I love talking about him. And if you have any questions about him you can ask me... Even if its about the way he died. I don't care.
Devin was amazing. He was like a brother. He was nearly blood. To this day it's weird putting "devin" & "died" in the same sentence. I know I'm better than 4 months ago. And I know it'll get easier in the upcoming months.
Rest in paradise my sweet friend. Until we meet again.
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