Rooftops
It seems these days i can't talk to anyone anymore. Nothing comes out. It also means i write in this thing more and think more. I wrote another essay about how im not living life and putting myself out there, this time though for english 101, and for a final too. Lame. I sold my english books for 35 bucks though that wasn't too bad, and thankfully i dont remember what i bought them for. hmmmm... I gotta get passed this .3 nonesense, or i wont get anything done. It just hurts so much to know you have done pretty much your best, and you just barely missed. I shot for the stars and on my way up the rope broke and im back in the mud. This is like emo central journal. ughhh... Karl is coming back through its one thing im looking forward too. Now i just gotta make my mom let me out. I should study for my test, but swimming is comign up and i got one million bajillion things to take care of. ughhhhhhhhhhh
I don't care about work, swimming, school anymore. I just want someone i can have a conversation with that is one sided and gets me somewhere.
"Hey world are you listening?/Listen to me!"
I don't care about work, swimming, school anymore. I just want someone i can have a conversation with that is one sided and gets me somewhere.
"Hey world are you listening?/Listen to me!"