And I learned fast.
Life keeps a changing,
and moving, despite my protests.
I'm transferring at semester
to Western Dakota Tech.
I can't stand BHSU.
There are many reasons why.
I'm getting out, going to try something new.
I'm moving into a hip lady's basement
sometime after December 16th.
Said basement is in the Valley
only 5 minutes from my school.
I'm estatic.
Now. I didn't want to go to college.
Not right away, at least.
Which added to my "poor attitude"
concerning the school of my "choice."
Basically, I chose BH because...
well, I couldn't choose otherwise.
Because I really didn't want to go.
My parents kind of forced me into it.
This [WDTI] is something I want to do,
therefore, I feel I'll be more "into it."
Right now, I'm pretty wasted.
I'm not in the mood to socialize.
Life's been hectic and crazy.
I hate it when it gets like this.
Iron and Wine is gracing my ears.
The clock on my scanner stares at me,
with 8:10 branded into it's face.
I scratch my arm, and pretend to care.
It's all fun and games to smile
and laugh, and pretend life's grand.
But it's much harder to admit it's not.
It's much more difficult to admit you're unhappy
then it is to pretend you're content.
My toe is throbbing and my thighs burn.
Sometimes I wonder why I pick at scabs
or bite my nails and my lips.
I haven't showered today, and that's fine.
Ambition is something elusive to me.
Sometimes I just am.
and moving, despite my protests.
I'm transferring at semester
to Western Dakota Tech.
I can't stand BHSU.
There are many reasons why.
I'm getting out, going to try something new.
I'm moving into a hip lady's basement
sometime after December 16th.
Said basement is in the Valley
only 5 minutes from my school.
I'm estatic.
Now. I didn't want to go to college.
Not right away, at least.
Which added to my "poor attitude"
concerning the school of my "choice."
Basically, I chose BH because...
well, I couldn't choose otherwise.
Because I really didn't want to go.
My parents kind of forced me into it.
This [WDTI] is something I want to do,
therefore, I feel I'll be more "into it."
Right now, I'm pretty wasted.
I'm not in the mood to socialize.
Life's been hectic and crazy.
I hate it when it gets like this.
Iron and Wine is gracing my ears.
The clock on my scanner stares at me,
with 8:10 branded into it's face.
I scratch my arm, and pretend to care.
It's all fun and games to smile
and laugh, and pretend life's grand.
But it's much harder to admit it's not.
It's much more difficult to admit you're unhappy
then it is to pretend you're content.
My toe is throbbing and my thighs burn.
Sometimes I wonder why I pick at scabs
or bite my nails and my lips.
I haven't showered today, and that's fine.
Ambition is something elusive to me.
Sometimes I just am.