maybe its in your eyes
I guess im back to LiveJournal, I kinda have been shying away from it just because i really dont know how to work it, but as of late ive been really looking forward to reading others journals. I guess this is a comeback to something that i have never been to.
I spent Saturday night driving around town for three ours with this girl from one of my classes. She is a sophomore and just turned 16, but something about her just seems fifty times more mature than most girls I know. Nothing is going to mature between us, nothing more than a great friendship...but it was refreshing to get out again with someone that I knew very little about. She could be reading this and if she is some how, then im just greatful that she can read this. She just made me very happy for that one night and I hope she knows that.
As of late I find myself looking towards the clouds more than usual and reading the past with a bit lip and a closed eye. Why is it so hard to learn from your past and some how realize that the simple void your in is the only thing that is real. I would greatly appreciate something real in my life. I cant seem to grasp the idea of looking forward and moving on...some things just mean and meant to much for me to burn away from my memory. I try to be as vague and general in my thoughts as possible now, in hopes of leaving once what I had in the past. I really wish that I could have seen things better, that I could have taken the hints and maybe, just maybe theses arms wouldnt be as cold and lonely as they are right now. Yet its ok...im I guess satisfied with being separated from relationships...thats a good thing...right?...yeah i know. I doubt anyone will really read this novel of an entry, but this is more for me, becuase talking to theses keys is like letting those shadows i hate so much know what i think. sigh...ill be ok.
I am going to SFSU next year and i cant wait to get away from here, i cant wait to meet some photo/poetry/glasses/hoodie/ipod/concert/everything not here girl and fall in love. Yet its not love im looking for i guess, but an excuse to leave the past in the past.
Update:
iPod(MasterAwesome)
|5118 songs|
Poet
|Poe|
ShoppingList
|Jeans,Nikon 8800|
Quote:
James Branch Cabell
"The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true."
Im done and out kids...sleep well sleep right and tite.
I spent Saturday night driving around town for three ours with this girl from one of my classes. She is a sophomore and just turned 16, but something about her just seems fifty times more mature than most girls I know. Nothing is going to mature between us, nothing more than a great friendship...but it was refreshing to get out again with someone that I knew very little about. She could be reading this and if she is some how, then im just greatful that she can read this. She just made me very happy for that one night and I hope she knows that.
As of late I find myself looking towards the clouds more than usual and reading the past with a bit lip and a closed eye. Why is it so hard to learn from your past and some how realize that the simple void your in is the only thing that is real. I would greatly appreciate something real in my life. I cant seem to grasp the idea of looking forward and moving on...some things just mean and meant to much for me to burn away from my memory. I try to be as vague and general in my thoughts as possible now, in hopes of leaving once what I had in the past. I really wish that I could have seen things better, that I could have taken the hints and maybe, just maybe theses arms wouldnt be as cold and lonely as they are right now. Yet its ok...im I guess satisfied with being separated from relationships...thats a good thing...right?...yeah i know. I doubt anyone will really read this novel of an entry, but this is more for me, becuase talking to theses keys is like letting those shadows i hate so much know what i think. sigh...ill be ok.
I am going to SFSU next year and i cant wait to get away from here, i cant wait to meet some photo/poetry/glasses/hoodie/ipod/concert/everything not here girl and fall in love. Yet its not love im looking for i guess, but an excuse to leave the past in the past.
Update:
iPod(MasterAwesome)
|5118 songs|
Poet
|Poe|
ShoppingList
|Jeans,Nikon 8800|
Quote:
James Branch Cabell
"The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true."
Im done and out kids...sleep well sleep right and tite.