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Breathe in.
Seeing you and talking to again on a regular basis again reminds me why I keep you close to me.
Yes, you.
This Semester is going to be good. I have a lot of downtime between my classes, which should work out ideally in my favor. I'm able to get my work done, and still have plenty of time to run around doing whatever socially. What even should play out to be more satisfactory is the fact that I'll be forced to do my work even when I've finished for the week, due to the fact a large majority of the kids I know have class then.
Fingers crossed for 4.0 this semester.
Cassie called it off the other day, whatever we had. It upset me, but after talking to Rais I realized it wasn't something to be raging about. I said my peace and went my way. Just sucks, ya know?
I really love my Creative Non-Fiction class. My professor is so insightful and reassures me why exactly why I want to write for a living.
I also love listening to people discuss what's on their mind about others. It's made me realize that I've grown astray from my roots. I say this because I've been very nostalgic as of late, constantly overlooking old pictures and old live/deadjournal entries. I've seen a change in my mindset over the years, which I suppose is expected, but to see yourself change is almost surreal. Plus, my hair! Jesus Christ! I realized I had long hair for so long that when I cut it, people were so taken aback. I'm growing to grow it back out just to try and get me back to the old ways. Not to say that I am not pleased with the current me; I am very much a fun of my life and personality now and it seems that others are, as well. I just want to try and bring back the John from years ago and have him adapt to this life and see how he can live. In short, it's just my way at looking at the world and presenting myself. But, whatever. This is more just me ranting about wanting to improve, but nothing needs improving.
I love when I read something I write and I even I get confused by it. Haha.
I've come to the conclusion that I want to get back into music, too. That ties in with the old me. I feel so free playing music, so I want to start that as soon as possible.
Essentially this new year and new semester has caused me to open my eyes and realize that I could be living on an even higher level than I'm on now.
Breathe out.
Seeing you and talking to again on a regular basis again reminds me why I keep you close to me.
Yes, you.
This Semester is going to be good. I have a lot of downtime between my classes, which should work out ideally in my favor. I'm able to get my work done, and still have plenty of time to run around doing whatever socially. What even should play out to be more satisfactory is the fact that I'll be forced to do my work even when I've finished for the week, due to the fact a large majority of the kids I know have class then.
Fingers crossed for 4.0 this semester.
Cassie called it off the other day, whatever we had. It upset me, but after talking to Rais I realized it wasn't something to be raging about. I said my peace and went my way. Just sucks, ya know?
I really love my Creative Non-Fiction class. My professor is so insightful and reassures me why exactly why I want to write for a living.
I also love listening to people discuss what's on their mind about others. It's made me realize that I've grown astray from my roots. I say this because I've been very nostalgic as of late, constantly overlooking old pictures and old live/deadjournal entries. I've seen a change in my mindset over the years, which I suppose is expected, but to see yourself change is almost surreal. Plus, my hair! Jesus Christ! I realized I had long hair for so long that when I cut it, people were so taken aback. I'm growing to grow it back out just to try and get me back to the old ways. Not to say that I am not pleased with the current me; I am very much a fun of my life and personality now and it seems that others are, as well. I just want to try and bring back the John from years ago and have him adapt to this life and see how he can live. In short, it's just my way at looking at the world and presenting myself. But, whatever. This is more just me ranting about wanting to improve, but nothing needs improving.
I love when I read something I write and I even I get confused by it. Haha.
I've come to the conclusion that I want to get back into music, too. That ties in with the old me. I feel so free playing music, so I want to start that as soon as possible.
Essentially this new year and new semester has caused me to open my eyes and realize that I could be living on an even higher level than I'm on now.
Breathe out.