I Want To Be There When You Cry
And When You're Down I'll Help You Fly
I Wanna Be The One You Need
I Wanna Be The One You Breathe
Sometimes, I feel a little lost.
And some times I feel as though you simply tolerate me.
And then, there are times when I wonder what the hell you ever saw in me to make you go to the lengths you have.
There are also times when I want to stay silent. I want to wait, just to see if you'll come find me.
I fall sometimes, just to see if you'll still catch me.
The strangest part, is that even when I feel as though you wouldn't, you do.
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This has been a good weekend.
I got all of my things moved and organized in my new room in roughly 8 hours.
I got to spend the rest of the weekend with Ray.
I got home at 4 pm Friday afternoon and started moving my things around 4:30-5:00pm and didn't stop until 12:40am. This was because I had struck the deal with my mom that if I could pull off moving my entire room all in one night, by myself, then I would be able to leave the next morning to go see Raymond. She didn't believe I could do it all in one night, and I wasn't sure if I could either. But I did.
I guess it all goes to show what you can do when you're determined.
The next morning I woke up at 7:00am to go to Ray's house, then he and I, Chad and Rachel, Sabrina and Evan, Jeremy, and two other guys all headed off in three cars to Griffin so the guys could all participate in a card tournament. Raymond had an off day and lost on his second round. The others followed close behind, aside from Chad, who surprisingly enough lasted until he made second place. In the meantime, I talked with Sabrina and Rachel to entertain myself. I hadn't seen Sabrina in some time and had somewhat missed her, so talking to her had been a pleasant experience. After everything was finished, Raymond and I went back to his house.
Waking up next to him in the morning is the most wonderful feeling I could ever imagine. I got to spend most of the day with him today, up until 5:30 because I had to leave and be home before dark. During the time I was there though, there was one point in which I had gone outside to lay on his back porch to stay warm and began to feel extremely nostalgic, missing the time we had lived in Warner Robins and the times when Raymond was still in high school, while things were still so new they nearly stung. It reminded me of when I was young, playing in the overgrown backyard of our old house on Oak Avenue and recalling the light of the sun and the smells of the particular seasons. It made me happy, but also faintly sad. When I came home I felt as though I were somehow out of place, as if I should have still been laying in the sun on the wooden back porch of Ray's house.
I suppose all good things must have their setbacks though. Before I left the house Saturday morning, I found Gray dead in the road and buried him before I left. I am beginning to think that someone has been hitting my cats on purpose, and it makes me sick and irate. I also have school tomorrow, so I will have to go.
I at least have the weekend's positive events to look back on and keep me content in the meantime.
Yours Maniacally.
