tell me how i've lost my power
i'm back from kansas. my grandma passed away last sunday. there are a lot of questions as to what exactly happened, but that's not what i've been focusing on. my grandma was amazing- she was such an humanitarian, i'll re-type an excerpt from the program later.
there should be more people in the world that make you strive for more and keep you on track.
my dad told stories on the drive home. it was nice.
school tomorrow: i'm 90% sure i'm skipping. i have one class and it's 48 minutes. it's a big lecture and my sister already took the class and has the notes. either way, i feel like a rebel haha. i'm not sure i'm ready for school to start again. break felt short and long at the same time.
i feel like i've been foolish about a lot of things in the past. sometimes i convince myself of things that are so far from reality you would think i didn't have a brain. it's a let down when the things we think we know were never true. although, as much as the truth hurts, i value that much more than i do bliss. i just want something real.
anyone with me?
i didn't do everything i wanted to on break, mainly catch up with people. it makes me sad when i think about how little i know about my friends. or how little i contact them- i think i'm gonna start e-mailing people because a lot of people feel awkward on the phone, myself at times. i also have to send out my batch of letters, i'm making it a yearly [well, at least] tradition.
end note:
i miss people's goodness.
and i really wish i was telepathic.
there should be more people in the world that make you strive for more and keep you on track.
my dad told stories on the drive home. it was nice.
school tomorrow: i'm 90% sure i'm skipping. i have one class and it's 48 minutes. it's a big lecture and my sister already took the class and has the notes. either way, i feel like a rebel haha. i'm not sure i'm ready for school to start again. break felt short and long at the same time.
i feel like i've been foolish about a lot of things in the past. sometimes i convince myself of things that are so far from reality you would think i didn't have a brain. it's a let down when the things we think we know were never true. although, as much as the truth hurts, i value that much more than i do bliss. i just want something real.
anyone with me?
i didn't do everything i wanted to on break, mainly catch up with people. it makes me sad when i think about how little i know about my friends. or how little i contact them- i think i'm gonna start e-mailing people because a lot of people feel awkward on the phone, myself at times. i also have to send out my batch of letters, i'm making it a yearly [well, at least] tradition.
end note:
i miss people's goodness.
and i really wish i was telepathic.