Life is weird
So today is my last day in Austin.
I know I should be out trying to see all my friends,
and packing up my stuff,
and playing with my dog.
But it just feels like some normal, any other day.
I'm sitting on my couch in my underwear listneing to music.
But tomorrow i'll be living with three other girls in one big room
with four beds
four closets
four sets of drawers
four drawing tables
four.. OTHER PEOPLE.
i've never shared a room in my life.
I don't know, it's just weird.. growing up and all that.
thinking about it is making me nervous.
Write me?
I know I should be out trying to see all my friends,
and packing up my stuff,
and playing with my dog.
But it just feels like some normal, any other day.
I'm sitting on my couch in my underwear listneing to music.
But tomorrow i'll be living with three other girls in one big room
with four beds
four closets
four sets of drawers
four drawing tables
four.. OTHER PEOPLE.
i've never shared a room in my life.
I don't know, it's just weird.. growing up and all that.
thinking about it is making me nervous.
Write me?