A lonly dorm in the dark...
So here i am. Im in my quiant and dank little shithole of a dorm. yeah its a shit hole, but its the damn best shit hole on campus. The lights are out and my roomate is sleeping. I can hear the hum of the fan that lies on a shelf on my roomates side of the wall. Our room set up could be rearanged differently so we could have more space and it could look more inviting to passerbys. But we have no passerbys. And we are way too lazy to move furnature. Although we are not to lazy to walk cross campus from Crugar to Tewksbury. People are IMing me that i wish werent and people are not IMing me whom i wish would.
The clock on my computer says 3:30 am. I havnt been up this late since i've been with Jake. Ah, jake. The name follows me like it has never before. I miss him, to say the least. I miss alot of things. I am homesick at times, but only odd times in the day and not very long. I try not to miss jake because i know if i think about it im going to be in a loss of self control. Its hard to see people together. Its hard to see them hold hands and laugh with one another. When i see it i miss it. When i miss it i miss jake. When i miss jake, i think about him. when i think about him i realize just how much i need him. Geez, i think im gunna shed a tear. No, im okay now. But now i miss him. now i want to be with him. I want his body to be next to mine. I want to feel his warmth agaisnt me as i once did almost a week ago. Nothing can compensate for him right now. Not the ice cream in Klien, or the movies in Wies Theater or the coffe from the cafe, which isn't very good. I know its hard. And its only been a week. And i guess right now im just in awe of everythig around me right now. But when the awe fades, when everything becomes that same routine as it once was back home, then i will miss him much more than i ever thought was possible. When relationships form with a greater population and there is no one person without a mate, even if it is the tree near campus center, then i will miss him. I miss him now because im thinking about him. I missed his call today, or rather text message. I love him. I wish i had responded sooner. I wish i was with him. I love him. I wish i was home, and he had just left my house. We had the right place, but wrong time. Tiiming seems to be the root of all evil. I dont like it. I love him.
This sounds like the creative writing i write in class. I like small scentances without large words. I like language that is readable. I like ideas that are rushed and dont make any sence. I love him.
Jenn
The clock on my computer says 3:30 am. I havnt been up this late since i've been with Jake. Ah, jake. The name follows me like it has never before. I miss him, to say the least. I miss alot of things. I am homesick at times, but only odd times in the day and not very long. I try not to miss jake because i know if i think about it im going to be in a loss of self control. Its hard to see people together. Its hard to see them hold hands and laugh with one another. When i see it i miss it. When i miss it i miss jake. When i miss jake, i think about him. when i think about him i realize just how much i need him. Geez, i think im gunna shed a tear. No, im okay now. But now i miss him. now i want to be with him. I want his body to be next to mine. I want to feel his warmth agaisnt me as i once did almost a week ago. Nothing can compensate for him right now. Not the ice cream in Klien, or the movies in Wies Theater or the coffe from the cafe, which isn't very good. I know its hard. And its only been a week. And i guess right now im just in awe of everythig around me right now. But when the awe fades, when everything becomes that same routine as it once was back home, then i will miss him much more than i ever thought was possible. When relationships form with a greater population and there is no one person without a mate, even if it is the tree near campus center, then i will miss him. I miss him now because im thinking about him. I missed his call today, or rather text message. I love him. I wish i had responded sooner. I wish i was with him. I love him. I wish i was home, and he had just left my house. We had the right place, but wrong time. Tiiming seems to be the root of all evil. I dont like it. I love him.
This sounds like the creative writing i write in class. I like small scentances without large words. I like language that is readable. I like ideas that are rushed and dont make any sence. I love him.
Jenn