nameless
Tonight was a pasta party. It was fun. I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe. I'm excited for my meet tomorrow.
There, I've said my happy bit, now I want to write a long mournful entry. And I would do that... I let myself get down so easily! Grrr... I frustrate me.
I should be thinking about the awesome time I had... by instead I meditate on what I could be missing elsewhere.
I should be enjoying being with Aisha and Kat, they make me laugh so hard and I love talking to them... but I can't help but miss my old friends, the ones I hung out with all summer.
I miss those times.
I'm horrible with change.
I wish I could talk to Dave longer...
"This bridge was written to make you feel smitten
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer.
Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy?
I didn't think so but I'm still convincable."
There, I've said my happy bit, now I want to write a long mournful entry. And I would do that... I let myself get down so easily! Grrr... I frustrate me.
I should be thinking about the awesome time I had... by instead I meditate on what I could be missing elsewhere.
I should be enjoying being with Aisha and Kat, they make me laugh so hard and I love talking to them... but I can't help but miss my old friends, the ones I hung out with all summer.
I miss those times.
I'm horrible with change.
I wish I could talk to Dave longer...
"This bridge was written to make you feel smitten
with my sad picture of girl getting bitterer.
Can you extract me from my plastic fantasy?
I didn't think so but I'm still convincable."