In With the Old, Out With the New.

Usually this is something you do with possessions, right?
Well that's what I have always thought.
I guess that's why I may be feeling a little guilty at the moment.
I know I have made the right decision.
Being with Brett is what I want.
But knowing I treated Collin like a disposable object,
That makes me a little uneasy.
By no means did I do that intentionally.
I honestly do wish the best for him.
I want him to find someone;
Someone who can show him the same love he shows them.
Unfortunately that someone is not me.
I'm sorry if you feel the last few months were a waste of time.
Towards the end we were dying.
Hanging by a thread, you asked me to hold on.
You asked me not to give up.
I couldn't do that for you.
I didn't think I would ever want to let go,
Then I met Brett.
Five minutes into our first conversation,
And I already knew where I would wind up.
With him.
At first I denied it,
Oh how silly of me.
I couldn't help but to smile,
The sweetest voice ever was still there,
On the other end of the line,
When the sun started seeping through the window.
His laugh is the cutest thing I have ever heard.
The things he says are hilarious.
And he thinks I'm a good find.
I know, strange right?
You know, I don't think I'll complain about that to much.
I really think this could go somewhere.
One thing I'm not looking forward to,
January.
Tour for five months.
I know, that's how you make your money,
But come on baby,
I'll miss you.
You leave in three months.
Dang.
Hurry back,
I'll be waiting.
Sophia Niccum,
You have to see me soon.
Yeah, thanks for uninviting me to your homecoming,
Over a voicemail.
I love how you spring these things on me all the time.
Like that one time you called at 7 in the morning,
Over summer.
"Oh, hey, its me. yeah, were not riding down to Florida together anymore,
I'll let you sleep though. Night"
Real nice. Ha.
I can handle that,
But this, to me, sounds kinda like text message breakup.
Thanks babe, love you too.
It's whatever.
I guess I just miss you like crazy.
This blog.
sucks.
I wish I could write good again.
My mom says I write better when something is bothering me,
Someone what to piss me off?
Tell me they hate me?
Call me ugly?
Something?
That would actually be great.
Because this blog = Epic Fail.
Well guess I'm done.
Be back tomorrow.
Now I'm going to a sign language class at church.
(I know you would have been there Soph.
Secretly I think I still have hope I'll see you.
Guess we will find out when I get there,
and I feel my hopes crush all over again.)
HA. I sound pathetic.
I guess that's what happens when one day,
Your best friend randomly decides you wont see her anymore.
Alright, end of Heather's pity party.

It's Been a While.

The past month has been...
Odd I guess you could say.
Try going one whole month without talking to your best friend.
Things become a little dull.
I miss her like crazy!
She calls and says she wants to me come to a dance.
The next day she calls back and changes her mind.
Thanks Soph. ha
I guess I just want you to know I miss you.
Things are NOT the same without you at church.
Sometimes I find myself wondering around aimlessly.
Yes, I have Heather Deckard, and... well yeah, thats about it.
Come back soon and visit.
I will be getting my car
So I might be creepin by soon.
Ha how funny,
I guess it wouldnt be the first time someone is creepin on you.
Well I'm supposed to be writing your story now.
I'm in creative writing class.
The bell is about to ring,
I have to go,
I'll be on later.
I love you Sophia.
Be a good girl at school today.
Bye.