Jul 15, 2006 00:20
I spend my days watching Gilmore Girls, reading hundreds of pages of every book I can get my hands on, and playing hardcore games of tennis while looking like a fool.
I'm shaking because I haven't gotten my daily quota of kool-aid.
I've ducked and out run every conversation with the word college in it, while pushing the thought of my last year of highschool and possibly this city out of my head.
I watched town after town pass me by on the road all while making up what life is like within each one.
I stood at the edge of the breaking waves, and dug my toes into the sand under a full moon.
I don't know where I'm going, or what I'm doing, or which path to take.
I've picked up old bad habits, and constantly have to keep myself from turning to them.
I have the best intentions.
I miss too much.
I learned how to love through a movie, but I've forgotten just as quickly.
I don't know how I ever feel.
Except I feel like a goldfish stuck in a glass bowl more often than not.
I think all I want out of life is to be loved for the crazy person that I am.