I am to keep updated.....
I wish I knew what life had in store for me....
currently I am a pathetic writer, a crumby reader, and not so good person....
Says my classes that I am in at the moment.
I attend college....it is an experience of a lifetime I know....
It just gets so tiring...I want to know that I will succeed...
College is beneficial....I am suppose to decide my life's dream...
How is that possible? How does a person decide what he or she wants to do for the rest of their lifes?
I question if we are really truly happy?
Do you choose your own happiness?
I have yet to find a lasting happiness....
Yes, I have been fazed.
I have had moments that never quite leave me, but I am not happy?
I don't want to have to question him....that would make me happy.
I believe.
I write in hopes of me finding the answer but the only thing I seem to find is more questions....
Is that what is suppose to happen?
I question everything now...as if maybe an answer to one thing will be better than no answer at all.
I wish I knew what I was doing.
I wish I knew what I was doing wrong.
Maybe, I wouldn't scare him away so bad if I only knew....
I write so much...
I haven't wrote in forever though....
I am glad for my writing class, yet not so glad.
I don't like to be graded for my words....
I would rather have people just read them and connect with them...but I have too many errors....
I have been told I was an excellent writer, but than again I have been told that I need alot of help...
I was recommended a tutor....
I don't need a tutor.
I need a better teacher...but in a way that is what a tutor is...should I proceed to a tutor...
I don't want to be hurt, by knowing that I am not a good writer....
but it happens.
I am so confused....
I just put more of my thoughts on to this paper...
but I am still not satisfied...
right now I am waiting at school for him to pick me up....
He does it on his own time....
I hate that.
I wish he did things for me because he wanted to and not because he has to.
I hate how I feel.
Today I woke up hoping I wasn't awake at all...
I wished I wouldn't have awaken to this miserable life.
I am not as bad as I make it sound.
I just can't figure out why I am so angry or depressed.
I love him, and beautiful things.
I love life, but at the moment I don't like living....
Does that sound bad?
I wish I could change....one of these days I will find happiness.
I wish for it soon.....
I am done....
I am feeling rather sad....
so I can't write anymore....
I don't wish to cry.
later....
currently I am a pathetic writer, a crumby reader, and not so good person....
Says my classes that I am in at the moment.
I attend college....it is an experience of a lifetime I know....
It just gets so tiring...I want to know that I will succeed...
College is beneficial....I am suppose to decide my life's dream...
How is that possible? How does a person decide what he or she wants to do for the rest of their lifes?
I question if we are really truly happy?
Do you choose your own happiness?
I have yet to find a lasting happiness....
Yes, I have been fazed.
I have had moments that never quite leave me, but I am not happy?
I don't want to have to question him....that would make me happy.
I believe.
I write in hopes of me finding the answer but the only thing I seem to find is more questions....
Is that what is suppose to happen?
I question everything now...as if maybe an answer to one thing will be better than no answer at all.
I wish I knew what I was doing.
I wish I knew what I was doing wrong.
Maybe, I wouldn't scare him away so bad if I only knew....
I write so much...
I haven't wrote in forever though....
I am glad for my writing class, yet not so glad.
I don't like to be graded for my words....
I would rather have people just read them and connect with them...but I have too many errors....
I have been told I was an excellent writer, but than again I have been told that I need alot of help...
I was recommended a tutor....
I don't need a tutor.
I need a better teacher...but in a way that is what a tutor is...should I proceed to a tutor...
I don't want to be hurt, by knowing that I am not a good writer....
but it happens.
I am so confused....
I just put more of my thoughts on to this paper...
but I am still not satisfied...
right now I am waiting at school for him to pick me up....
He does it on his own time....
I hate that.
I wish he did things for me because he wanted to and not because he has to.
I hate how I feel.
Today I woke up hoping I wasn't awake at all...
I wished I wouldn't have awaken to this miserable life.
I am not as bad as I make it sound.
I just can't figure out why I am so angry or depressed.
I love him, and beautiful things.
I love life, but at the moment I don't like living....
Does that sound bad?
I wish I could change....one of these days I will find happiness.
I wish for it soon.....
I am done....
I am feeling rather sad....
so I can't write anymore....
I don't wish to cry.
later....