Esta Noche

:: Thinking in the Wal*Mart parking lot

:: Texting in the Zaxbys parking lot

:: Pulling over in a random neighborhood on the way home so my mind didn't get the best of me

:: Crying in my neighborhood

:: Yelling in my drive way

:: Hating myself in my room

:: Wishing, praying, hoping, hating esta noche



I've never cried over someone before. Theres a first time for everything I guess.

She has a hold on me.