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I realized recently that I love to write. I love it, or atleast when it's good, or it comes out in a good way. I'm keeping a notebook close to me, to write down random things all of which are important to me.
I need to get out of where I live. I can't wait til next semester. I'll be able to make it my own. No more jumping around and not feeling any in the way settled. OR in South Ridge, where people go to die. Atleast that's how I see it, I donno if I said this but I feel that I could run down the halls naked and no one would know. It feels like a sterile hospital but without anything going on, no ER or blood or death, just non life. My creative side is floundering in that dorm. bleh
I had a good day. Not sure why it was just good. My days are so unstructured besides classes that I get to do what I want, or make up what to do.
Feeling good feeling good
I need to get out of where I live. I can't wait til next semester. I'll be able to make it my own. No more jumping around and not feeling any in the way settled. OR in South Ridge, where people go to die. Atleast that's how I see it, I donno if I said this but I feel that I could run down the halls naked and no one would know. It feels like a sterile hospital but without anything going on, no ER or blood or death, just non life. My creative side is floundering in that dorm. bleh
I had a good day. Not sure why it was just good. My days are so unstructured besides classes that I get to do what I want, or make up what to do.
Feeling good feeling good