92

I'm needy, I've come to realize this. I've only become needy since I've experienced what love is. Love has made me a weak woman. I know what Hank feels when he sings. Life was easier when I was bitter and scorned. The world moved faster, and my head was focused. I only had to worry about myself. The next 92 days will have a lot of random refection. My weary blues from waitin' will be from the unknown.