jazz rocks.
one day u wake up and realize.. whats the point.
i feel like that every day though. i wake up.. and do the same thing i do every week.
nothing new.. nothing interesting.. nothing that would change or impact my life..
i wanna be spontaneous.. i wanna just get up and go somewhere without even knowin where..
like hitchhike to new york or something..
walk through central park again..
walk through astoria.. my home town..
i get so tired sometimes.. and i have no idea why.
i dont think i have insomnia.. i mean.. thats when u cant sleep b/c something in ur head wont let you right?.. i on the other hand cant sleep.. cuz i choose not to sleep... i dunno.. i dont even do anything.
i'm a weird person.. i make my own life worse than it already is.
anywayz.. just wanted to say we'll miss you lam =)
i'll have no one to talk to or make fun of when u goto maryland =( lol =p
i'm j/m. just have a safe trip, call me, etc. =) take pics and tell me how everything is.
anywayz, my spring break will consist of sleep.. sleep.. and time at the library for the stupid map thing williams assigned us.
i was just listenin to erykah badu.. and it reminded me of mario =) haha.
lifes boring... i wanna do soemthing to make it fun. amusing. interesting.
i'm so unsatisfied... the things i have would keep plenty of people content
yet i complain about how horrible it is... i should stop.. but i cant..
it's just how i am. i dunno. *sighs* its just dissapointing.. to kno that life turned out one way.. when it might've been different. i might've never met my friends here.. i could be asleep in my bed bak in new york.. i dunno.. its just so different now.. especially since my dad told me the truth about what really happened.
but i dont trust what he said. for gods sake he thot i was conspiring with my step mom to make him the way he is now. hes like me in a way.. or i'm like him. wont take responsibility for his own actions. and so paranoid -_-'. i swear... i'm thankful hes my dad sometimes... but sometimes.. i wish he never saved me. i really do... *sighs* even he says so himself though. who gives right? past is the past according to cheryl. i cant do anything now.. i mean i can dwell on it and make my life worse.. or i can improve it.. but i dont know how.. whatevers. ok. i'm just ramblin on about stupid shit.
i feel like that every day though. i wake up.. and do the same thing i do every week.
nothing new.. nothing interesting.. nothing that would change or impact my life..
i wanna be spontaneous.. i wanna just get up and go somewhere without even knowin where..
like hitchhike to new york or something..
walk through central park again..
walk through astoria.. my home town..
i get so tired sometimes.. and i have no idea why.
i dont think i have insomnia.. i mean.. thats when u cant sleep b/c something in ur head wont let you right?.. i on the other hand cant sleep.. cuz i choose not to sleep... i dunno.. i dont even do anything.
i'm a weird person.. i make my own life worse than it already is.
anywayz.. just wanted to say we'll miss you lam =)
i'll have no one to talk to or make fun of when u goto maryland =( lol =p
i'm j/m. just have a safe trip, call me, etc. =) take pics and tell me how everything is.
anywayz, my spring break will consist of sleep.. sleep.. and time at the library for the stupid map thing williams assigned us.
i was just listenin to erykah badu.. and it reminded me of mario =) haha.
lifes boring... i wanna do soemthing to make it fun. amusing. interesting.
i'm so unsatisfied... the things i have would keep plenty of people content
yet i complain about how horrible it is... i should stop.. but i cant..
it's just how i am. i dunno. *sighs* its just dissapointing.. to kno that life turned out one way.. when it might've been different. i might've never met my friends here.. i could be asleep in my bed bak in new york.. i dunno.. its just so different now.. especially since my dad told me the truth about what really happened.
but i dont trust what he said. for gods sake he thot i was conspiring with my step mom to make him the way he is now. hes like me in a way.. or i'm like him. wont take responsibility for his own actions. and so paranoid -_-'. i swear... i'm thankful hes my dad sometimes... but sometimes.. i wish he never saved me. i really do... *sighs* even he says so himself though. who gives right? past is the past according to cheryl. i cant do anything now.. i mean i can dwell on it and make my life worse.. or i can improve it.. but i dont know how.. whatevers. ok. i'm just ramblin on about stupid shit.