home and writing randomly
What do college students do with themselves for the month before high schoolers get out and normal summer jobs start? I'm a little confused and really not looking forward to these next four months of being around my mother.
I've figured out (atleast) one problem of mine. I think of time as in two more days until the weekend or three more weeks until summer or four months until back at st. mary's or ten years until a real job. and then when I reach that point where I piled upon copious amounts of hope I look back and pinpoint the exact moment where it all went wrong.
I was about to continue upon this self-degredation streak but then I thought, Maybe I should stop pyschoanalyzing myself and just work on being happy.
So...
I like my wrists.
Thats a start.
And I enjoy being with people.
Maybe tomorrow I think of something else I like or I like about myself.
Goodnight dear LJ readers,
Eleanor
I've figured out (atleast) one problem of mine. I think of time as in two more days until the weekend or three more weeks until summer or four months until back at st. mary's or ten years until a real job. and then when I reach that point where I piled upon copious amounts of hope I look back and pinpoint the exact moment where it all went wrong.
I was about to continue upon this self-degredation streak but then I thought, Maybe I should stop pyschoanalyzing myself and just work on being happy.
So...
I like my wrists.
Thats a start.
And I enjoy being with people.
Maybe tomorrow I think of something else I like or I like about myself.
Goodnight dear LJ readers,
Eleanor