If the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, then why do I feel so lost driving down this path.
I have no idea where I'm going but I know that this isn't where I want to be.
Somehow it's hard for me to enjoy the moment; embrace all that is put before me, but that's okay, I need not understand this plague upon my heart and soul because wit time, the pain will be negligible.
It's strange how we believe that time heals all wounds when really we just fade out the old memories.
I guess what I'm trying to say is **** girl, I still miss you.