Acoustic No. 3.

It's a reality check that I kept trying to indefinately put off.

Distance and time are only constraints of your mind anyways, right? So none of this really matters, right?

It's hard to have hope when your final long-shot possibilities won't pan out.

This is really just altogether slight insanity anyway. All that he wanted was for us to be together and go and grow together. I said no, I want New York. I want away. But this is different. So now my brain is in the middle of a huge wrestling match right now; could I overwrite my own dreams to be a part of someone else's?

God, I miss you. I'm requesting applications to your colleges, just in case.