Me And The Man Who Does Not Exist

The only exceptions to my happiness of late are the following:
1. It turns out that the last semester of nursing school is more stressful than all three beforehand. 'Nough said.
2. My life of my dearest Rainbows were sadly cut short by the teeth of Sadie the Asthmatic Yorkie. There are probably a few people that understand the depth of my feelings for these shoes. Those tears of rage were my closest friends.

Aside from these set backs, I am enjoying life [for once].
I love my job.
I love my friends.
Copious amounts of wonderful friends.
Looking for jobs. --scary--
Discovering that I'm not sure I want the things I used to want. --crazy--

So what do I want?

...I don't know...

If I could be any part of you, I’d be your tears. To be
conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.
- Unknown

Weary Kind

Thats me.
Summer is supposed to be relaxing and refreshing. It's warm out. Sunny and happy.
I don't really like the sun. It's headachy.
There is no sun in surgery.
There's not much sun the hospital either.
Little hazy in my heart.
The remedy elusive.

Will there be yellow in heaven?

Mustard Yellow. Hells. Yes.

Could you promise me that when I find you, you will love me with all your heart, soul, and mind?

Dream Job? Possibly...

I had the interesting opportunity (by interesting I mean that I was awkwardly approached in a coffee shop by an aspiring photographer who turned into a friend) to model for some experimental photographers, one of whom turned out to be a professional! This was quite exciting, as this is something I have experience in and have been training my whole life for. Comments are welcome.

They say you can't have everything you want. But shouldn't you get some things you want?

Your face is a minor detail.

It's hard to see other people happier than yourself. You want to be happy for them, and a part of you really is.
But half of my heart just isn't.
I'll bring my smile back around for you
But try not to expect too much

Shortylocks

It has been about three weeks, but here is a picture of my lovely new hair.

You were right about one thing

I did it.
I was wrong.
I guess you could say I got used to being right.
Maybe not being right. Just being better than I really was.
It felt so good to be the one with good advice, the selfless one, the one who knew who I was, and so it goes...
It only takes one disastrous night to ruin that facade. But was it only a facade or was it the real thing? I'd like to believe I was really like that and that I still am!
I AM STRONG AND CONFIDENT.
Does writing it in capital letters make it more true?

It doesn't feel like it...