Late Night Blawgin'.

It's 1:19 am and I'm sitting here with Pardon Me by He Is We on repeat, sipping on hibiscus tea, and constantly having to remove Cuddles from the keyboard so I can type. Tried to go to sleep around 9, but kept rolling around for about an hour. I've just got too much on my mind. I keep thinking about the past and how everything has changed. Nothing's how it used to be. Which is good and bad at the same time.


The snow looks so delicate as it falls into the ocean of white covering every inch of the ground. Wish I had someone to make snow angels with. Tomorrow would be the perfect day to go sledding, if only I had a sled. I feel lost inside my own mind. Too many thoughts racing all at once. I feel like I'm ADD with all the topics I keep changing.

Nostalgia: N; a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time:

That is exactly how I feel. As cheesy as this may sound, my heart aches for a past love. I won't sit here and complain about how lonely I feel and blah blah blah. But, I won't lie, I miss him. I'm excited to have the whole house to myself tomorrow. Sounds like a lazy movie day to me. 

My nails are screaming for a manicure, suppose I should get on that. Anything to peel me away from this computer. Sweet dreams everyone, xox.