Where are you going, where have you been?
I feel like a drifter.
After my mother's loving interrogation this weekend, I feel out of place. She wanted to know the usual Mom stuff. How classes are going. Who my friends are. But she asked me who I thought my best friend had been this year.
Cue drifter mood.
I have several friends, all of which I'm grateful for, but I couldn't pinpoint one, or even a couple above the rest.
I've got a lot of things I've been thinking about and it makes me feel a little uneasy, in my head and my heart.
I'm feeling a little lost. And all this drifter stuff just reminds me of someone that I would like to stop thinking about quite as much.
I'm out of stuff to say without saying the one thing I'm still trying to figure out. Or maybe just that I'm trying to deny. And I'm feeling that whole, "What do you do when not one song on your ipod can describe exactly how you feel?"
I'm not sure yet.... but I really don't like it.
After my mother's loving interrogation this weekend, I feel out of place. She wanted to know the usual Mom stuff. How classes are going. Who my friends are. But she asked me who I thought my best friend had been this year.
Cue drifter mood.
I have several friends, all of which I'm grateful for, but I couldn't pinpoint one, or even a couple above the rest.
I've got a lot of things I've been thinking about and it makes me feel a little uneasy, in my head and my heart.
I'm feeling a little lost. And all this drifter stuff just reminds me of someone that I would like to stop thinking about quite as much.
I'm out of stuff to say without saying the one thing I'm still trying to figure out. Or maybe just that I'm trying to deny. And I'm feeling that whole, "What do you do when not one song on your ipod can describe exactly how you feel?"
I'm not sure yet.... but I really don't like it.