There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard...

We drove to Indiana from Wisconsin today.

Funny, when I was going to type that, I almost said 'we drove home today', except that I'm not going home, I'm leaving it...

Anyways, we drove to Indiana, which even then is not my home, if we call home where I spend the majority of my sleeping hours during the year. During the drive, there was this MASSIVE storm. It was incredible. The wind was blowing so hard the car would swerve slightly off course every now and then. The clouds were in great billowing bundles, which you could watch as they fluxed in and out and swirled around. They were very low to the ground. It was very intense.

It looked like what I feel like, inside. Sounds falsely poetic, I know, but it's true. I miss him...a lot, but that won't get me anywhere. I miss you. I miss everyone, and I'm feeling stretched, tired from trying to love too many people...

...that sounds horrible. And yet, here I am, sitting at a computer in my grandmother's house, with my family but feeling very alone, very confused, very...I don't know.

And I need your more tonight...




edit:
raging icy fire: "wait, no, dammit i took it off wrong"
raging icy fire: HAHAHAHAHA
raging icy fire: THAT is ellen the stripper
FeelsLikeDancing: lol
raging icy fire: "alright, 45 degree angle here, calculate the correct [physics mumbo jumbo goes here]"