February 2012
28 posts
I can’t ever forget you.
I’m scared to wake up some day and know you’ve moved on from me.
Whether you think you can or not, I’m still afraid.
I love you. I really, really , really do. Please know you can talk Ti me if you’re up or you justnee
I just want to be by myself and be safe.
What I understand to be a great introductory reference to javascript, a (the most) prolific web programming language.
Everything that’s supposed to feel right feels wrong.
Everything that’s supposed to feel good doesn’t, and
I’m lost, voices telling me to
move forward but
their progress feels, for me, foreign and wrong. I don’t know what to do.
I wanted to be happy today.
A much different post-mortem of a soldier’s tour in Iraq than you normally hear.
Read it, seriously.