Lately....
So there are a few small things that are bad and a few big things.
I think that I lost one of my most prized posetions. I cannot seem to wrap my brain around the fact that it is, in fact, completely and totally gone. I'm going to go down to the art building today and see if they didnt find it in my painting room or some hallway or something...if they didnt find it, it is lost. And all my work over the past three years is completely and utterly gone. God, my heart just crumples up at the thought of that. I dont know what I'm going to do if I cant find that fucking bag with my book in it. MY BOOK. my fuckin book with everything I've ever written ever. I knew is should have typed everything up. Saved it all for logevity. GOD. what the hell am I going to do. Some of that stuff was.....ugh.....I'm done. I'm going to cry.
Secondly, I've kinda come to the slow conclusion that a lot of people whom I considered good friends just arent that. I call people, they ignore me and then complain with me about how we never hang out. I realize that whole "phone works two ways" thing. I'm not blaming anyone, I do the same thing and I dont call people back sometimes. But everyone (at least my close close friends) know how I suck at that. Anyway, I've just come to this realization that I think I care about the friendships I have more than other people care about them, but at the same time, I care about them differently than I should...if that makes sense.
I cant wait for the summer.
I think sometimes that if it werent for school (obviously) and Robert (obviously), there would be no real reason for me to be up here at all or at least no reason for me to stay...nothing keeping me attatched.
Which is, when you think about it, kinda sad.
I think that I lost one of my most prized posetions. I cannot seem to wrap my brain around the fact that it is, in fact, completely and totally gone. I'm going to go down to the art building today and see if they didnt find it in my painting room or some hallway or something...if they didnt find it, it is lost. And all my work over the past three years is completely and utterly gone. God, my heart just crumples up at the thought of that. I dont know what I'm going to do if I cant find that fucking bag with my book in it. MY BOOK. my fuckin book with everything I've ever written ever. I knew is should have typed everything up. Saved it all for logevity. GOD. what the hell am I going to do. Some of that stuff was.....ugh.....I'm done. I'm going to cry.
Secondly, I've kinda come to the slow conclusion that a lot of people whom I considered good friends just arent that. I call people, they ignore me and then complain with me about how we never hang out. I realize that whole "phone works two ways" thing. I'm not blaming anyone, I do the same thing and I dont call people back sometimes. But everyone (at least my close close friends) know how I suck at that. Anyway, I've just come to this realization that I think I care about the friendships I have more than other people care about them, but at the same time, I care about them differently than I should...if that makes sense.
I cant wait for the summer.
I think sometimes that if it werent for school (obviously) and Robert (obviously), there would be no real reason for me to be up here at all or at least no reason for me to stay...nothing keeping me attatched.
Which is, when you think about it, kinda sad.