Jun 07, 2006 02:18
I have notes scribbled on a page somewhere with a makeshift pen.
I want to finish the half-made points and metaphors and images.
I want to be able to write down my ideas.
My shoulders hurt from stress and the amount I pop the joints when I'm nervous.
My summer has officially started.
I want to go back.
I want to be drunk and free and alive.
I want to live on my own next year.
I'm considering renting somewhere alone next summer.
I felt like myself for the first time on Friday.
It's made me hate who I pretend to be when I'm here.
I have to unpack.
I hope I've passed with merit all my exams.
First year of university is over.
My bank account is suitably overdrawn to prove that.
I have to find a job.
I might be back to LJ for good.
I'm still deciding.
((I still read everyone))