liar

how many times do i have to say i'm sorry before i really mean it?
how often do i have to tell the truth before you trust me?
cause the lies, they just keep going. and my nose, it just keeps growing.

two weeks

this is good. its good to feel like this.

i am just scared enough to know that this is gonna be amazing. just enough to make the butterflies in my stomach never really settle down. but its good. and i know that we will be used to awesome ways.

peru is awfully far away, though.