it takes two to tango
I'm afraid of what I'm letting myself become.
I'm so very very tired of academia land already.
I hate staying up late and getting up early.
I didn't go to class again today because I didn't go last thursday and thought our paper was due today but she changed it until the 30th.
Which I'm in the process of writing, I gotta finish that tomorrow.
I want to just make my money and go somewhere.
Oh my god it's been what I've wanted to do for years now and I'm finally at a place where I can and I won't...
I'm scared.
I'm petrified.
I don't know what I'd be leaving behind.
It's so wonderful sometimes and then other times I just want to cry...and cry and cry and cry.
Here I am writing the most useless paper of my life and what for?
To make my parents happy? So I'll have financial security later in life? Nobody is going to have financial security later in life. We're screwed!
Why subject myself to endure the cyclical nature of human life?
This child inside my head is beating me up, every single day.
This is the time when you've got to go out and see the world.
I hear it every time I tell people what I want to do.
Because they were the ones that felt the same way, the ones that never got the opportunity.
I so very much hope that that's not me.
Blinding flashes of light into the corner of each eye
a saxophone on the radio trying so hard to lift my heart
the warm piece of thigh gone cold with the absence of your hand
I cannot remember if you put it there or if I made you
that's when it falls apart, when I'm pretty sure
I'm pretty sure I made you
I'm so very very tired of academia land already.
I hate staying up late and getting up early.
I didn't go to class again today because I didn't go last thursday and thought our paper was due today but she changed it until the 30th.
Which I'm in the process of writing, I gotta finish that tomorrow.
I want to just make my money and go somewhere.
Oh my god it's been what I've wanted to do for years now and I'm finally at a place where I can and I won't...
I'm scared.
I'm petrified.
I don't know what I'd be leaving behind.
It's so wonderful sometimes and then other times I just want to cry...and cry and cry and cry.
Here I am writing the most useless paper of my life and what for?
To make my parents happy? So I'll have financial security later in life? Nobody is going to have financial security later in life. We're screwed!
Why subject myself to endure the cyclical nature of human life?
This child inside my head is beating me up, every single day.
This is the time when you've got to go out and see the world.
I hear it every time I tell people what I want to do.
Because they were the ones that felt the same way, the ones that never got the opportunity.
I so very much hope that that's not me.
Blinding flashes of light into the corner of each eye
a saxophone on the radio trying so hard to lift my heart
the warm piece of thigh gone cold with the absence of your hand
I cannot remember if you put it there or if I made you
that's when it falls apart, when I'm pretty sure
I'm pretty sure I made you