Mistakes We Knew We Were Making
The only reason I am not completely and utterly a mess right now is because my mind hasn't accepted it yet. How pathetic is that. This journal is becoming somewhat of a novel, because it definitely has a common theme running through all of it. It makes me very glad that I started it because now I can read the novel that is my senior year, and eventually write it. I don't really plan on being an author, but this will be my one book, and what a book it will be.
I hate how this is the only thing I can write about but I guess it makes sense because its basically the only thing I can think about.
I do not hate how I can start writing about this topic and look up five seconds later to see a paragraph on the page.
Well, you live and learn.
..........In this cold november rain.
Off to play music and workout, two things that I do to vent and never knew it.
I hate how this is the only thing I can write about but I guess it makes sense because its basically the only thing I can think about.
I do not hate how I can start writing about this topic and look up five seconds later to see a paragraph on the page.
Well, you live and learn.
..........In this cold november rain.
Off to play music and workout, two things that I do to vent and never knew it.