Again, the scene is beautiful from a Sober Mind.

Nov 10, 2005 21:38

Ahhhhhhhh, no comments on my last post. It seems my little friend Kelsey has decided not to write me anymore. I finally added more tags and updated my user information, but have yet to be contacted by anyone interested in reading my poetry. I guess it is hard in a world of 6 billion to be unique.
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In other news, college is moving along well, along with my position as a staff writer for the Western Carolinian. Writing news articles is fun, however, getting into the core classes for the major IS a major bitch.
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My love life is still nada. Recently I have been contemplating another major move, away from this area once more and back home to Belmont, NC. I will see if I can get the ball rolling come end of Spring semester...and try to possibly attend Belmont Abbey college...small school, almost a community college you could say, but still accredited by the state of North Carolina. Or I may try my hand at getting into Boston College or New York University, out of state tuition would be a whore, but I could probably manage by selling myself LOL...point is, I am going to get no where here in Cullowhee; small town with small brains. And there is always the option of moving close to Carla in Georgia and attending the University of Georgia or something...who knows where the road will take me.
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I love being sober. It has now been 32 days and I still feel strongly about it. I had nightmares about what would happen if I started drinking again last night. I like the extra money. I like being able to go without running out of energy, most of all, I like having control of my brain once more. My writing is getting better than ever.
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Esther, I still haven't seen your reply. I am not immature for posting my feelings.

I wished I could get the guts up to talk to Jessica Cregger or Megan again. Sometimes I feel so socially empty, but then I look at the friends that I have and I am thankful that they have stuck through me during my hard times. There are still people I want to know again, to really know.

thoughts, moving, beauty, poetry, sober, thinking, college, friends

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