And what will I do when you learn to fly?

Just realized that in September she'll be 18 and he'll be 28. That means I get to stop worrying about them both, right?

Well I'll probably always worry about my Monster.

But does he believe in me?

Spencer's Swingers qoute sent me spiraling in self-doubt and loathing. What a strange reaction to a movie I love. But lately I feel trapped in an endless loop. Where's the fucking groundhog?

Just waiting for Lucky Man to signal the next phase. Dread at war with apathy. I can't care. Can't exist if I don't care. Another door, plz?

Finding God in the desert, seeking Him in troubled times is NOT the same thing as faith.