Here and there.
Sometimes, there's very little that feels better than a brief, but genuine heartache.
I'm very lonely lately, and it's a bit scary because my head has been subtly shifting back into "what are other people?" mode from a couple years ago.
I should have my car back tomorrow. I'm very hopeful about that. I need to go on such a long drive to make up for these last eight days.
I started working on some college applications today too. That was unsettling. I have mixed feelings about school restarting, but I'm pretty sure most of them are negative. I don't know, it's basically only half a year, then nothing matters. I'm just thinking college will not go over well for me. I'm just thinking life will not go over well for me. I'm just thinking too much. And not writing enough. And wasting too much time playing Literati.
Why am I scared of people in a room?
Why cant they see a good time are the people close to you?
Why don’t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
Why am I scarred from what [s]he did to me?
Why can't I trust anyone, no, not even me?
Why don’t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
I don't care that it's not what he's talking about. Those words describe my life, past and present, to a tee, and I felt tears run down hearing Nate sing them last night.
I can't wait for the Lake Terrace trip.
I'm very lonely lately, and it's a bit scary because my head has been subtly shifting back into "what are other people?" mode from a couple years ago.
I should have my car back tomorrow. I'm very hopeful about that. I need to go on such a long drive to make up for these last eight days.
I started working on some college applications today too. That was unsettling. I have mixed feelings about school restarting, but I'm pretty sure most of them are negative. I don't know, it's basically only half a year, then nothing matters. I'm just thinking college will not go over well for me. I'm just thinking life will not go over well for me. I'm just thinking too much. And not writing enough. And wasting too much time playing Literati.
Why am I scared of people in a room?
Why cant they see a good time are the people close to you?
Why don’t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
Why am I scarred from what [s]he did to me?
Why can't I trust anyone, no, not even me?
Why don’t I just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
I don't care that it's not what he's talking about. Those words describe my life, past and present, to a tee, and I felt tears run down hearing Nate sing them last night.
I can't wait for the Lake Terrace trip.