Lost in paradise

I mean, it’s not hard, texting, you know? Like it’s not hard at all. What. So. Fucking. Ever.
If my 64 year old mother can text, anyone can.
You have absolutely no excuse not to keep in touch with a friend if you own a phone, or a computer.
UNLESS
You just don’t give a damn.
ONE person SHOULDN’T be the ONLY one doing ALL of the reaching out, and communicating, and planning.
They can, but they will eventually start to feel unwanted and unimportant.
It’s a shitty feeling.
Alright, I’m done with that rant. For now anyway.
 

I don’t appreciate the nights that I can’t sleep without having to be medicated. Especially when I have a shit ton of shit to do the next day. I guess my mind is just preoccupied with a lot of thoughts and I just can’t seem to stop thinking about them and it’s making me restless.
So in five days me and mom will be in Nashville for Brittany’s wedding. I didn’t much care at all for Tennessee when we went in June, and didn’t plan on returning so soon but… I can’t miss it. I wouldn’t miss it. I have to be there.
Also, me and mom have never been on any kind of overnight trip just mother and daughter, so I’m looking forward to it. The plan for now is to leave Saturday morning sometime…. then that night we will all be going to have dinner at the Nashville Hard Rock Cafe with her and her fiancee and her family from Chicago. Then Sunday is the wedding… I’m absolutely positive I will cry. I already bought waterproof mascara in preparation. It’s not every day your best friend since 3rd grade gets married.
I’m happy to say that I think we are the closest we’ve ever been, though we aren’t able to see each other that much. Thanks to facebook and texting though, it almost feels like we’re never apart. It’s a great feeling.

I’ve been through enough to know just how easy it is to become bitter and shut down emotionally. I’ve been through enough to know just how rewarding it is to open yourself up anyway and let people in. An unparalleled bonding of two souls, forever fused at that point in time. If your lucky, a bond so strong that nothing can break it. Not by words, nor by distance.

Love,
Amy