I think I'm going to end this journal when I finish school and start a new one.
Oh dear and merciful gods.
Senioritis is a copout for those with little about which to worry.
Right now I am of one mind, like an ocean in which there is one very large beast.
I want to go home. I miss my dog and nice bicycles and the front yard hammock and the vegetable garden and my goldfish and my office and my kitchen. I love my home. But I don't want to go there if you're not there too.
You're hard to leave in a parking lot. Much more difficult to leave here.
It's easy to move away from college, I keep telling myself. As easy as cutting off my right arm and burying it in a mangrove swamp and listing home one-sided.
Easy.
Senioritis is a copout for those with little about which to worry.
Right now I am of one mind, like an ocean in which there is one very large beast.
I want to go home. I miss my dog and nice bicycles and the front yard hammock and the vegetable garden and my goldfish and my office and my kitchen. I love my home. But I don't want to go there if you're not there too.
You're hard to leave in a parking lot. Much more difficult to leave here.
It's easy to move away from college, I keep telling myself. As easy as cutting off my right arm and burying it in a mangrove swamp and listing home one-sided.
Easy.