I miss King.

Nerd Day

Homecoming
Band Halloween [yes, I marched wearing that]

I want King back. I want it bad. I want it like a citizen of Wasilla, Alaska wants meth. Except more fervently, and less painfully. I haven't even included the pictures of my very closest friends, because honestly it hurts too much. I'm a neglectful friend. I regret that.

Tonight is a whining night, apparently.

I should be either sleeping, or writing my Novella.

Good plan. I'll write away the pain.

I'm so dramatic.

Lonely Yours,

Nathan

PS - I would say sorry for the Wasilla comment, but seriously, all those meth labs? Really? Really?