Oh Brother, Where Has the Time Gone?

I feel like it's been forever since I last saw him and it's killing me! I hate being away from people for so long. I hate not being able to see the ones who I care about and not being able to let people know how i feel and not being able to hear the voices of those who I miss. It makes winter that much harder to cope with. And yet it's something that we've got to deal with every year. Luckily, my best friend comes home today. It's been three months since I've seen him and I'm so overwhelmed with excitement because I love him so much, and at the same time there's a weird void because I know that in nine days he'll be gone again. I feel like I'm going to be able to feel complete again but also that it's going to disappear so quickly. And i'm afraid of that. But i guess we're all afraid of being alone. Regardless, I know that when he goes back to his life away from home he's doing something that's bettering the entire world.  It's people like my best friend, my big brother, who make the world a nicer place to live in. He's that stranger that says something nice to you just to create another smile on earth. And so I remember that it's not about me, it's about the world.  The world that he's changing, and the person that he's becoming while doing so. And knowing that makes me feel happier inside. And I'm just so thankful for him. And I couldn't ask for a better friend.

The Rest Is Silence

"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest."
from Hamlet (V.ii.397-398)

Shakespeare makes my heart ache, but mends it all at the same time.  I honestly wish i had words to explain the extent to which i appreciate this play.
Goodnight,
Besus

Breathe, Sweetheart

It's the feeling you get when you've got too much caffeine in your system, stayed up five hours later than you normally do and sleep in an awkward position to wake up hungry, with a headache, makeup still on, morning breath, and an obnoxious feeling in your gut because you have to work the weekend away and you just know that you're not going to write that paper, go Christmas shopping, get the sleep you need or work on your college application... it's that feeling. And it happens every. single. weekend. You live each day just trying to make it to the next, and live each week just trying to make it to the weekend... then repeat.
I don't know if this happens to everyone, but sometimes I forget to breathe. I know that's typically not supposed to happen, but it does, and it reminds me of the fact that we need to take things step by step. If you don't  breathe, what are you going to get done? It sounds kind of dumb, but really, small steps. Walk before you run, breathe before you talk.. yeah? yeah. That kind of thing..
So.. now that that's out of the way, i'm going back to bed... sleep before you work.
And don't forget to breathe. Just breathe, sweetheart. Everything is going to be just fine.