thoughtsonthebus

some days are good

some days are bad

this isn’t worth writing about.

We all have them.

What makes the difference though?

Is it internal thoughts,

external occurrences,

or both.

Fucked if i know.

I just know today is a good day.

Even though it’s pissing down with rain outside,

I’ve got no dates this weekend,

no whiskey in the house.

But to watch you smile warmly at me,

for the first time since..

well, that made all the difference.

But….you’ve got a girlfriend,

even though

this weather,

the easy procuring of a bottle of whiskey

a warm blanket, and a crappy movie we could pretend to watch

would have made a perfect

Round 3.

x