Dec 20, 2004 01:46
It appears that the semester is over.
I am afraid that I will be old before I'm sure of what I want to do with my life.
I'm currently having one of those moments when you're so overwhelmed by everything that you're desperately searching left and right for some sort of creative outlet.
No matter how hard I try, lying on my bed staring at the ceiling resolves very little.
I suppose it's moments like this that let me know that I'm alive and that somewhere inside me there is something worthwhile trying to get out.
And I don't mean a baby.
Thank god I don't mean a baby.
And now, a letter...
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Dear next semester,
I feel like we're gonna be really good buddies. Please help me figure out what to do with my life. I also really love loving people (*hint hint*). I look forward to seeing you. Please make sure to bring those great cookies you make.
Love and chocolate kisses,
Matt
P.S. Don't be cold. I've had enough of it. I want to be able to hang out on my goddamn porch once in a while. If you're good I'll buy a rocking chair. Peace out.