Today is supposed to be a celebration, on many levels, especially in Boston. Patriots Day should have so much meaning to all Americans. A statewide holiday in Massachusetts, it celebrates the anniversary of the 1st battle of the Revolutionary War at Lexington and Concord. The day the people who were already here had decided they had taken enough and that they were going to fight back and stand on their own.

It coincides with the running of The Boston Marathon, regarded as the Superbowl of running. People from across the world, converge on Boston to take part in this day and celebrate what it means. The race starts in Hopkington and winds east, 26.2 miles through Ashland, Framingham, Natick, Wellesey, Newton, and Brookline, some of the most beautiful scenery and historic grounds you’ll encounter anywhere in the world and ending on Boyleston St, in Copley Square, right in front of the Boston Public Library. The hub of the hub. I’ve read runners stories of how their surroundings help them push through the pain they endure during the race, how the beauty and the meaning of where they are help them reach their goal.

Yet today it has been marred with tragedy. Someone, some group or whomever is responsible for this has messed with the wrong city. The President was right. Boston is a tough and resilient town. Bostonians started out fighting for a cause, for what they believed in, and this will be no different.

All I can think of how saddened and angry I am over this. My mood is so somber right now and I don’t even know what to think. God be with the victims of this horrific event. My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone effected by this.

Snowflakes on my arm

Whiskey, water, and wine. This is how I’m doing it tonight.

The biggest reason that an adult, man or woman, who claims to want a relationship is single, is because they are expecting something from the other that they are not deserving of.

Look at your life and honestly evaluate what it is and where you are, the direction it is going. Regardless of how attractive you are or how good your personality is, you don’t deserve anything more than what you bring to the table, unless you’re lucky enough to find someone who is willing to date down to your level.

If you want more than you can give yourself, then you are selfish and greedy and you’ll likely never get it. Seek an equal. Work harder to make yourself better as well.

Right now, I know several people who think they deserve more than they’re able to find. They typically travel together in packs and they always question each other as to why they’re single, or why their dead end relationship is the way it is.

I know exactly why. And yes, I’m talking about some people VERY close to me in writing this.

Up late nights with her on my mind again
It must be time to break the pen out of retirement
The flame still flickers
Unaware of where our fire went
But will it linger or grow bigger
Enough to break this silence

She loves me. She loves me not.

Actually she’s just confused and doesn’t know what she wants.

She says she wants a guy who loves her like I do and has never been made to feel better before.

But she just doesn’t feel it with me.

Talk about frustrating. Seriously.

I think back on the time we shared
All the days you stood be me
All the pain you wiped away
All the things you ever said
I think back how you carried me
through my toughest times
And you never once doubted me
And you were my
My hero through it all

You held me through it all
You never let me fall
And you let me fly away
But you always believed in me

Gettin’ real suspicious of the one I love
It’s like she’s baring down and she’s way too close to my back

Call an army marching towards me
Make it fast like a bullet
I want to feel it burn through me

I feel the ground start to shake
And every breath that we take
Meant so much to me and less to you

Everyone everywhere has their shit and I don’t care
I’m merely suggesting to try to think about the mess that you’re making

Pick up the garbage
Cause most of it’s yours
Bring the bag outside
Come in before it pours

I feel the ground start to shake
And every breath that we take
Meant so much to me and less to you
It’s like you know things that I’ll never know
Well I know.

Sweetie it’s hard for me to stay mad
Sweetie it’s hard for me to stay so mad
Your second chances are just piling up alright

I feel the ground start to shake
And every breath that we take
Meant so much to me and less to you
It’s like you know things that I’ll never know
Well I know…

One day she’ll realize that what she wants, was what she had.