Reality
The last few days I've been thinking and in coming to terms with reality, I realized that life isn't what it's cracked up to be. I'm used to a schedule and I think many are used to a schedule. When something goes out of order we get upset or it adds zest to the normal everyday vicious cycle.
I get up, go to school, come home do homework, go to bed just wake up the next morning and start all over again. Then there are the weekends. They haven't been anything to look forward to. I feel as though my parents have me on house arrest.
I guess I'm saying that I am waiting for something. I don't know what, but something. I want someone to be spontaneous and make me happy, but until then, I wait. The funny thing is that I should be the spontaneous one. I just haven't gained the courage to do what I want to do and say what I want to Say. Maybe I'm weird. I don't know.
I get up, go to school, come home do homework, go to bed just wake up the next morning and start all over again. Then there are the weekends. They haven't been anything to look forward to. I feel as though my parents have me on house arrest.
I guess I'm saying that I am waiting for something. I don't know what, but something. I want someone to be spontaneous and make me happy, but until then, I wait. The funny thing is that I should be the spontaneous one. I just haven't gained the courage to do what I want to do and say what I want to Say. Maybe I'm weird. I don't know.