Records

It’s been officially raining for twenty six days. Twenty-six straight days of rain. That’s hard to comprehend. I don’t know what is worse, twenty-six straight days of rain, or not even noticing twenty-six days of straight rain until you get a text message from Q13 (Seattle’s version of Fox) telling you that if it keeps it up, we’ll break a record. I’m so out of it, or maybe just growing accustomed to Seattle. I’ll keep you all posted.
I’ll never admit it, but I really miss her. We have a bond, and sometimes I feel like she’s one of the only few people that truly understand me. Little things that I remember about her, about us, just kill me. I don’t really want to say anything else.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole, just like a faucet that leaks, there is comfort in the sound. While you debate half empty or half full, it slowly rises. Your love is gonna drown. Your love is gonna drown.