Nov 23, 2003 11:30
Her love rains down on me as easy as the breeze
I listen to her breathing, it sounds like waves on the sea
I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire
We were spinning into darkness, and the earth was on fire. . .
I got turned down for the Slemp Scholarship. I don't know if it's because I'm going to Mountain Empire my first year or because I'm just not good enough. Either way, it sort of pisses me off. One more obstacle in my way of getting somewhere. Jesus. . . what if I'm not good enough? What if I'm always stuck right in the position I most often find myself in: Broke.
I really need to lose my belly. It's so strange. I don't gain weight anywhere else except there, and it's starting to get rather large. I ate a rather large lunch a few minutes ago. I think I'll fast the rest of the day.
I'm scared, I think. And rambling. But I've got her love. And not much else seems to matter.