faces in the crowd.

Day 2 of facebook boycott.

I'm doing fine.
I honestly hate the fact that I allowed my life to be so wrapped up in facebook.
pretty crazy.

My Alarm clock just went off and it's about 9:33.
I've always set my clock at the most random times just to be different...

I told India a secret that I have never told anyone else. I think I kinda scared her =(
not in a way where'd she wouldn't wanna be with me anymore but in another way like I kinda told her and it put a lot of shit into a different perspective.

Some days I trick myself into believing she's still around, It helps until I snap back into reality.
not long ago I seen a kid walking down the street with his mother asking all kinds of questions I figured he couldn't be anymore then 6, and then I realized the kid in me had died. I was once that kid asking all the questions, I was once that kid making sure to grab mommy's hand before crossing the street, I was once that kid...and now I'm not. Haven't been since the day she left.
I stopped asking questions, I stopped looking for the hand that once helped me crossed the street, because I cross it alone, I stopped being a kid... and as much as I'd hate to admit I still wanna be that kid.