you choose, you chose poetry over prose
I went on an unlocking spree today. I have successfully eradicated a good chunk of the entries in this journal that I formerly had private. I did keep a few locked, mostly because they were plagued with silliness (read: obsession). If I like you enough, maybe I'll show you some of the ridiculous mush I've written. But for now, my poetic prose will hide in my little journal like a morning glory at midnight. I think there are a couple really great lines in a few of them, but in the end, they're just ridiculous. Not to mention that if the people they were written about might be awfully surprised to read such effusive language about themselves. I'd tell you which ones I unlocked, but that wouldn't be any fun. You kids need a good Easter Egg hunt every once in a while.
I miss being at school, actually, I feel a little restless. I suppose I miss friends the most, even though so many of them have already graduated. At least they still live in the area and such. I'm not going to try and think about what it is I want to do after I graduate, it still makes me nervous. I mostly just want to move to a big city and live a life of uninterrupted obscurity writing book reviews. Speaking of which, I need to get back to reading.
I should have more to say, but I've been a tad uninteresting of late.
I miss being at school, actually, I feel a little restless. I suppose I miss friends the most, even though so many of them have already graduated. At least they still live in the area and such. I'm not going to try and think about what it is I want to do after I graduate, it still makes me nervous. I mostly just want to move to a big city and live a life of uninterrupted obscurity writing book reviews. Speaking of which, I need to get back to reading.
I should have more to say, but I've been a tad uninteresting of late.