While Broken Hearts Prevail...

...it's nice to be alive and feel nothing at all.

Wow... spring break... I love it.
Well, it's Friday afternoon/night anyways, but it's practically spring break.

I'll be going to Hanceville tomorrow and then the following days will be spent back home in memphis. I can't wait to be back home, it'll be so nice to be sleeping in my room. What really grinds my gears is that there are a lot of people who are going to the beach to "have fun". As I've been listening to their talk, listening to their plans, listening to their soon to be golden days of sunbeams, beach, and bonding... I realize that I could never go. It's one of those times where things seem so foreign that i'll never be able to go. On the other hand it's probably best that I not go, no, I'm not worried that something may go wrong... I just know that I would make things awkward. As much as i love awkward turtles... most people do not, and at the beach I would be just that. I dont know what is it about the beach or areas lined by water, I just never feel quite right, for me it's just never a retreat, but when i'm there I want to retreat into the nearest hole and be alone.

Wow... spring break... I hate it.