isn't it ironic.

ironic things happen to me sometimes.
like today i was driving and saw the name of this road on the outskirts of nashville, so i took a picture. neverbreak drive. i was just like...how ironic is this. i had been having a rough day already today and i see this. it was weird what i was thinking about too. i was thinking when bad things happen to me, i'm really good at pushing them deep down and not dealing with them. putting on a face that says i'm doing just fine. it's like i flippin' live on neverbreak drive. i never let myself just break and be real and be honest. so the last post i had up about "you don't bother me anymore" waah waaah stuff. so not true. i just try to get myself to believe it is.

okay, yes, i have friends i can call and talk to, but it's easier said than done. sometimes i hate talking on the phone. and with what's been going on and what's currently going on, i don't think anyone would understand. and now here's the point of being lonely in a new place. i knew it would come, but just not so quickly. i don't miss home, i just miss connection with people. friendship. real relationships. i'm sure i'll miss home at some point, don't get me wrong. but for now i just want coffee and conversation with a friend. too much to ask?