What's Awkward About Seattle

Is that the sun sets at 4:30 and everyone's got huge windows that you can see into. Kind of awkward.

During the course of this week, I've begun to do a little soul searching. I made two attempts to text Karl and those fell through. Maybe he's just not worth it. Why should I give two shits about a guy who couldn't give a rat's ass about me?

And then there's that dream, so vivid in my mind as if it was a memory. It provides fuel to my heart and makes things challenging. Shit, it's even driving me crazy enough that I blabbed to Anthony of all people. I'm glad at least he listens without being an asshole like some people... Ha ha, I'm bitter.

Where was I going with this? Oh right. Like, I can't see anything wrong with this... I re-read that post and everything matches up. But then I look to the future... And I have no plans to change my future around, but there's still that little thought of what if echoing in my mind...

Xx The Atlantic Was Born Today, And I'll Tell You How Marz

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