You'll hurt your knees.
Abused, battered, and torn. I've left this HTML laden beast to lay dormant for too long. And it's not like nothing fun has been happening... it just seems that when you go through a good part in your life, you just don't want to write it down 24-7. That's why I suck at journals.
This semester I promise to be good, I swear. Starting, like, next month. Right now, I'm just trying to detox senioritis, it's leaving a funny taste in my mouth. And while detoxing a former ailment, I just got lonely. And lonely is far from what I've wanted to be.
Volcanoes really do melt you down. And people change. And motives become furtive and then that's when people just break.
Friends are the answer, and the shoulders to lean on. I recommend everyone get some real ones.
Here's something non-vague: I'm seeing Josh tomorrow for the first time in forever... hmmmmm. We shall see.
This semester I promise to be good, I swear. Starting, like, next month. Right now, I'm just trying to detox senioritis, it's leaving a funny taste in my mouth. And while detoxing a former ailment, I just got lonely. And lonely is far from what I've wanted to be.
Volcanoes really do melt you down. And people change. And motives become furtive and then that's when people just break.
Friends are the answer, and the shoulders to lean on. I recommend everyone get some real ones.
Here's something non-vague: I'm seeing Josh tomorrow for the first time in forever... hmmmmm. We shall see.