this is me hoping for the best, expecting the worst, and praying that tomorrow is better than today even if today was good, or great, or the greatest. i haven't missed you in three or four days though, maybe even five. and if i'm lying i'd at least be 100% honest if I even said two. and forty eight hours isn't a lot, but apparently enough to forget someone. this is me saying that life should get better as long as you let it. and there is no future without the past. but i'm done with both so here's to september and the present and me being happier than I was last september. even if I don't think thats possible. i'm drunk but it's even better than november.