underneath the covers.
sleep is giving in.
dancing is like the falling; falling is like loving; loving is like dying. three degrees of seperation between dancing and dying. interesting...
school will be here in about a week and half. for once i'm actually excited to go back, i think four months of summer vacation is too much. i'm so sick of summer i actually am welcoming the prospect of new types of stress and certainly the idea that everyday will be another face. i hope i get to see some of my new made friends though i doubt i will cause one of them quit uofa and the other... well she is off doing bigger and smarter things. i miss whitney though. she was like my confidence friend; knowing that i was able to make a friend all on my own who wasn't this great big scenepoints loser actually makes me happy. i'm not as anti-social as i thought. great.
in any case i don't have all that much to say. or rather there's a lot that i don't want to say. you know the usual drill of my avoidence to really dig deep down to the root of all my problems that ALWAYS stem from my parents. fuck fuck fuck fuck. sometimes i just really wish i could just have normal problems.
hey baby.
love you.
dancing is like the falling; falling is like loving; loving is like dying. three degrees of seperation between dancing and dying. interesting...
school will be here in about a week and half. for once i'm actually excited to go back, i think four months of summer vacation is too much. i'm so sick of summer i actually am welcoming the prospect of new types of stress and certainly the idea that everyday will be another face. i hope i get to see some of my new made friends though i doubt i will cause one of them quit uofa and the other... well she is off doing bigger and smarter things. i miss whitney though. she was like my confidence friend; knowing that i was able to make a friend all on my own who wasn't this great big scenepoints loser actually makes me happy. i'm not as anti-social as i thought. great.
in any case i don't have all that much to say. or rather there's a lot that i don't want to say. you know the usual drill of my avoidence to really dig deep down to the root of all my problems that ALWAYS stem from my parents. fuck fuck fuck fuck. sometimes i just really wish i could just have normal problems.
hey baby.
love you.