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Major missunderstanding today. Kristen and I agreed to meet at 9 at the Hadley diner. She ment 9 AM. I ment 9 PM. Funny the things you think about alone in a diner, drinking tea and munching on waffle fries. The strangest part is that it didn't feel stange to be alone in a diner. There was no music. Not a lot of people.
My mom got upset at me today, and rightfully so, because I have not taken any interest in plans for college. I know I'm in. I'll go, but don't make me think about the details. It doesn't seem real yet. There is so much I still want to have happen here. Isn't that interesting? I wrote "have happen", not "do." I guess that means I wasn't planning on proactive. My idea of being proactive these days is saying "hi".
I also had the calculus test this morning. Whatever.
Whenever I write in this thing my thoughts keep circling around the same topics: school, friends, cleaning my room, stupid shit. I never have any events to write about. Rather, I never involve myself in any events. Sad. I'm anti-social. I didn't really know that.
I have this one picture on my wall. "Jaquelin with Crossed Hands" That's me today. I wish I could write. Writers turn that jummble of thoughts that goes in in the brain into something that means something. I'm amazed with writers. There is so much going on in there. How can they articulate all of that in a singular representation?
My mom got upset at me today, and rightfully so, because I have not taken any interest in plans for college. I know I'm in. I'll go, but don't make me think about the details. It doesn't seem real yet. There is so much I still want to have happen here. Isn't that interesting? I wrote "have happen", not "do." I guess that means I wasn't planning on proactive. My idea of being proactive these days is saying "hi".
I also had the calculus test this morning. Whatever.
Whenever I write in this thing my thoughts keep circling around the same topics: school, friends, cleaning my room, stupid shit. I never have any events to write about. Rather, I never involve myself in any events. Sad. I'm anti-social. I didn't really know that.
I have this one picture on my wall. "Jaquelin with Crossed Hands" That's me today. I wish I could write. Writers turn that jummble of thoughts that goes in in the brain into something that means something. I'm amazed with writers. There is so much going on in there. How can they articulate all of that in a singular representation?