Catherine in the sky with diamonds. =]

So, here I am again writing. I'm sitting in Duck Hill, MS on a Friday night. Oddly enough, I would not change anything about that statement. I am where my heart feels safe. Why change this?
I have two men on my mind. One is six foot tall and full of military humor and southern charm. The other is close to trailor trash with money. I adore them both.

My heart cannot help my love Blake (number two)-- boy of a year and a half. I miss all of the fun times we had bouncing around like two little kids who would not dare to care about any one or anything else in the entire would. I miss everything about him, unfortunately. I try to talk myself out of it and sometimes it works, but sometimes, on nights like these, it does not.

I think I am just going to go cry. I don't want to think any more.