needing more

I can't stop writing.
I published that last post, and I feel like my fingers need to keep moving. They need to get it out. I haven't blogged in so longggggg.
I'm not even looking at the keyboard. My head is laid back on the couch cushion, and my brain is telling my fingers where to go. So qquickly. it's such a good noise.

I had to take keyboarding in 7th grade.

I miss socks.
Boots.
Stupid little ankle boots.
Flannel shirts.
Tights.
MMM... starbucks, hot drinks.
Reading in the warmth of your home. Under blankets.
The smell of wood burning from a chimney.
The gray sky of winter.
The trees fading from green to orange.
Mmm...
Paul McCartney sounds so good.
I will NEVER get tired of the Coffee House - Acoustic station on sirius radio.

I realized, walking in from lunch one day, that I have no friends. I walked in with a huge crowd of people. Hugging each other by the neck, some yelling at each other. I was just walkin' alone. But what's weird? I'm totally okay with that. I'm perfectly fine with who I have.
I have token friends. I think.. overall ? Friends that I actually consider friends.. I have.. literally... 8.
But I'm so okay with that. I'm only 17. I have such a life ahead of me.

Im so excited.