A little story to tell
The littlest things can help trigger bigger things. There's no rhyme or reason, it's just the way things are. Remember that, for everything you do.
Today I had to print out a bunch of poems, since I'm so damn far behind in creative writing. Unfortunately, you have to print out the papers into the room across the hall, since we don't have one in our room. I printed out my five poems and peeked into the other room so I wouldn't bother the other class. Turns out a girl from my class was already in there getting her poems that she had to print out... Of course, she was nosy and peeked at my poems that were printing after hers.
Me: "Uh, are those mine..."
Her: *holds up my papers* "Are you, like, depressed?"
Me: "Uh... No..."
And I went off on my way... Not saying anything more to her.
I'm not depressed. I like my life. Sure, things could be better, but I'm happy overall. Apparently I could use a "biffle" or two... Whatever that means.
I guess its because I can only write when I'm feeling down. Or lovestruck. That's just me though... And I guess that's all right, since that's how I can express myself. When I'm happy I talk to people, and act really friendly and outgoing. When I'm sad, I write.
Love is a different thing though. I haven't really had a successful relationship, so I haven't been able to find out what that's like. I write about what makes me happy about liking a girl, but I dunno. Things are really confusing for me.
She's the coolest, and I wish I knew what she thinks of me.
Today I had to print out a bunch of poems, since I'm so damn far behind in creative writing. Unfortunately, you have to print out the papers into the room across the hall, since we don't have one in our room. I printed out my five poems and peeked into the other room so I wouldn't bother the other class. Turns out a girl from my class was already in there getting her poems that she had to print out... Of course, she was nosy and peeked at my poems that were printing after hers.
Me: "Uh, are those mine..."
Her: *holds up my papers* "Are you, like, depressed?"
Me: "Uh... No..."
And I went off on my way... Not saying anything more to her.
I'm not depressed. I like my life. Sure, things could be better, but I'm happy overall. Apparently I could use a "biffle" or two... Whatever that means.
I guess its because I can only write when I'm feeling down. Or lovestruck. That's just me though... And I guess that's all right, since that's how I can express myself. When I'm happy I talk to people, and act really friendly and outgoing. When I'm sad, I write.
Love is a different thing though. I haven't really had a successful relationship, so I haven't been able to find out what that's like. I write about what makes me happy about liking a girl, but I dunno. Things are really confusing for me.
She's the coolest, and I wish I knew what she thinks of me.