There are so many different ways to be a beauty...
I'm not enjoying life at the moment. The more I think about things and how I want them to turn out, it just makes me realize that they most likely will never happen. Maybe someday I'll learn to accept the fact that happiness and ease of mind are things that I don't possess.
Something else I've been thinking about lately... I trudge through school days just so I can get to the weekends to go out with friends and enjoy myself. I feel like I don't really care about anything but them. My classes don't mean anything to me anymore, I just think they're boring. Grease means absolutely nothing to me, it's the biggest crock of shit I've ever experienced. The Cheese just makes me miserable. All I ever want to do is spend time with my friends. It can't be a bad thing, especially considering I was such an introvert in middle school. But it can't be a good thing either if I'm willing to sacrifice my studies for them (well, just Precalc and maybe Physics... everything else is too easy to be included). What's up with me?
This post is really stupid and kind of rant-y. Guess that's what happens when there's nothing actually happening to talk about.
[/ I doubt he feels the same \]
Something else I've been thinking about lately... I trudge through school days just so I can get to the weekends to go out with friends and enjoy myself. I feel like I don't really care about anything but them. My classes don't mean anything to me anymore, I just think they're boring. Grease means absolutely nothing to me, it's the biggest crock of shit I've ever experienced. The Cheese just makes me miserable. All I ever want to do is spend time with my friends. It can't be a bad thing, especially considering I was such an introvert in middle school. But it can't be a good thing either if I'm willing to sacrifice my studies for them (well, just Precalc and maybe Physics... everything else is too easy to be included). What's up with me?
This post is really stupid and kind of rant-y. Guess that's what happens when there's nothing actually happening to talk about.
[/ I doubt he feels the same \]