Is it bad that we met up with JT, Denton, Wes, Travis and all that gang and ditched them during the caravan over to Brent’s house? In our defense, we really did get lost, but deep down we just wanted to hang out with each other anyway.

The now is nice, but I can’t help but think about a month down the road. I know I’m going to leave. I know she’s going to stay. I need to prepare myself for that. But in so doing I effectively sabatoge a little bit of the good there is now. Where’s the line?

I need to stop worrying, but I can’t. Why do I do this to myself?

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