bump on the metaphorical log of existence
It's been over a month since i've actually written anything of substance. honestly, I don't feel like updating now, but feel it is my duty to at least write something.
I'm done with school, for good. Well. maybe not for good, but at least till I have California under my belt. Usf is over though. It was so weird being there that last day, like trying to break up with someone that you're just tired of. Trying to let them off easy. "It's not you, sweety, it's me. I'm sure we'll see eachother again, but I have to find out who I am and what I want in life. I love you, really, but I have to see what else there is."
As everyone knows now, Betsy's going home. It really is the best move she can make. She's not happy in tampa. The hardest part is figuring out how to act around her. You want someone's memory of you to be perfect, so you try to make every moment perfect, to the point that every moment isn't enjoyable and you ruin every moment. (did that make sense?) So i'm sorry for wiggin out lately, but god knows I'm a control freak.
I need to do something, my life just seems so wasteful lately. There's a shitload of things I could have accomplished, projects I could've started, but nothing seems to go in motion. I need a job, I need things to go back to normal. Yeah things use to be normal, but that was a long, long time ago.
I need to eat
I'm done with school, for good. Well. maybe not for good, but at least till I have California under my belt. Usf is over though. It was so weird being there that last day, like trying to break up with someone that you're just tired of. Trying to let them off easy. "It's not you, sweety, it's me. I'm sure we'll see eachother again, but I have to find out who I am and what I want in life. I love you, really, but I have to see what else there is."
As everyone knows now, Betsy's going home. It really is the best move she can make. She's not happy in tampa. The hardest part is figuring out how to act around her. You want someone's memory of you to be perfect, so you try to make every moment perfect, to the point that every moment isn't enjoyable and you ruin every moment. (did that make sense?) So i'm sorry for wiggin out lately, but god knows I'm a control freak.
I need to do something, my life just seems so wasteful lately. There's a shitload of things I could have accomplished, projects I could've started, but nothing seems to go in motion. I need a job, I need things to go back to normal. Yeah things use to be normal, but that was a long, long time ago.
I need to eat