This is life’s biggest question…you never know.

Rusty is talking, talking, talking…because that’s what he does. Silly silly Rusty.

Rusty and Matt are writing country music. . .a country, fighting song for the club. Country boys should go to the lake. . .

Things I Want

to ride around in the back of the truck while my daddy drives the back roads at night and i look at the stars and sing old country songs 🙂

my own house where i can sit on the front porch swing and smoke cigarettes in peace

to hear less of the “fucking bitches” conversation. . .

my best friend and i to actually hang out and have real conversations together and ride around like old times and actually care what the other has to say …where drugs don’t matter anymore.

to spend summer days walking around my land with amanda when we weren’t texting our friends constantly..and where we would do stupid shit together all the time and laugh about it for hours 🙂

to read a book with my sister and sleep on her floor ❤

^^ This is what I really want. I don’t want it to be like our adventures in Monroe. I want…things to be real. I miss life being real.