stiffling
So I've been back here two months already. Have I really been here that long? It doesn't feel like things change in this town. It never has, so I don't really see why I should be all that surprised when I'm hre for my fourth year. and final year. I like the sound of that. Maybe it's not really this town but me. Going home and watching people change or not change, getting updated on what happened while I was out. Being back home always feels like I went to that bathroom while I was at the movies. Things have happened, the plots moved along, and I'm sitting there confused. I was trying to play guitar to pass this latent boredom, but between the slice on my fingertip and the now broken string, that didn't work out. I don't even know where this was going anyway...