May 23, 2007 16:01
so, poetry has become the only way i can express my emotions and shit.
i'm tired of having feelings for things or people. maybe it is easier without.
i realized that one thing i've done this year is not given a fuck what people think about me, even to my friends.
i am the person, i am. and i don't think i even care how i view myself. i can't see me or what i am to other people.
but, i think i understand myself really well. at least i can think pretty clear about stuff.
i still think i'm a scumbag. but does it really matter anymore?
nice boys are everywhere... then why am i still wanting just one bad one. SCREW FEELINGS!
college. wtf. i applied to UMKC, waiting to hear back. i really need to get into this school because i have no idea where else to go.
i am most likely only going to live in mass for tweleve more weeks. that isn't very long at all. then i never have to return again. wow.
i have two more non real finals (an essay and a monologue hardly count as exams.) then senior year is over and i am in the real world.
hmm. i'm glad that in my mind it is summer.