Waiting.
So im waiting for my math class. which i hate and i wish i can just get this class over with. i have like a C of some sort. bleh...i hate it. i should be studying in fact, but like i said...idgaf.
im just gonna writing because, well, i dont want to do anything else. i wanna get some thoughts down. it may not make sense but they arent supposed to in the end.
hmm...lets begin here. have you ever taken a plunge at someone you know who is COMPLETELY out of your league but u said, fuck it why not? should i live on the edge and try that one day? im not saying right now and this very second but, should i ever do that? like i see a pretty girl and i want to get to know her, should i just go up to her and intro myself? is that what we are supposed to do? i was never good at this 'hitting on' business. i would always fall face first on the floor and another rejection to chalk up. im not sure if i should try and talk to others. i mean, i love being by myself most of the time. its an incredible feeling. i feel independant but im not completely cuz im not paying for anything. and although money makes the world go round, it seems that THAT is the only thing holding people back from many things.
sometimes i feel an anchor is holding me down, pulling to the abyss. im struggling, but like quick sand, i sink faster and soon its inevitable. im stuck in a pit where i have no idea. that seems to be the definition of life, love, and regret for me.
im just gonna writing because, well, i dont want to do anything else. i wanna get some thoughts down. it may not make sense but they arent supposed to in the end.
hmm...lets begin here. have you ever taken a plunge at someone you know who is COMPLETELY out of your league but u said, fuck it why not? should i live on the edge and try that one day? im not saying right now and this very second but, should i ever do that? like i see a pretty girl and i want to get to know her, should i just go up to her and intro myself? is that what we are supposed to do? i was never good at this 'hitting on' business. i would always fall face first on the floor and another rejection to chalk up. im not sure if i should try and talk to others. i mean, i love being by myself most of the time. its an incredible feeling. i feel independant but im not completely cuz im not paying for anything. and although money makes the world go round, it seems that THAT is the only thing holding people back from many things.
sometimes i feel an anchor is holding me down, pulling to the abyss. im struggling, but like quick sand, i sink faster and soon its inevitable. im stuck in a pit where i have no idea. that seems to be the definition of life, love, and regret for me.