we'll keep running till we get our fill.

We're all standing with our backs against the wall

Waiting on a phone that never calls, at all

Heartbreak comes rolling in like a storm

Trying to swim but your sinking like a stone, alone

And I can feel fire in the night

Waiting here

Baby it's like we're

Walking on a wire thru the fear

Take my hand

We'll get there

Sooner or later 

I swear 

We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it,

Sooner or later 

I swear 

We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it

We'll keep running till we get our fill

I'll keep chasing and I always will

Sooner or later I swear

We'll make it there

Sooner than later

We're all waiting on dream thats hard to own, 

Sooner or later

Trying to feel the high without the low, 

You know

You can feel fire in the night

Lying here

Baby its like we're

Walking on a wire thru the fear

Take my hand

We'll get there

The fear inside

The hills we've climbed

The tears this side of heaven

All these dreams inside of me

I swear we're gonna get there

So it's NaNo.

So... it's NaNo, and I'm getting tons of breakthroughs for Souvenirs. And tons of inspiration.

Like, I want to write it now. And as you all know (all, meaning, well, me) this novel has been a trouble child for TWO STINKING YEARS. MAYBE TWO AND A HALF.

And it picks now. November. This time of the year where I'm busy pouring my soul into a different project.

Souvenirs, you have the worst timing in the world. >.<

I guess I'll just go look at pictures of Ryan to console myself.

My name is Elle.

Bailey Elizabeth Snider.

age: 18.

the only reason i'm here is for a class project.

i write for the paper,

and avary and i aren't the closest of friends.

i don't like people.

i'm standoffish.

but i've got a soft heart inside,

one that's just aching to be loved.