I guess we never really moved on...
School starts in two weeks. I still don't have a schedule.
1) wtf
2) work is gonna hate me
3) I JUST WANNA KNOW
I think I just feel like typing.
I was drawing again today. Nothing great, nothing I even liked. When I don't feel like doing it, I get really nitpicky, and as soon as anything doesn't quite go right, I crumple it up. Or just turn the page. It's not drawing, anyway. So it won't make a difference.
I also cleaned my room.
I just felt really trapped, not going outside.
I really wanted to go, too.
But I think I had a problem with not being able to, as well.
So I was frustrated and cleaned.
I don't know what I want.
But I don't want this.
I want to get rid of a lot of things.
But that wouldn't leave me with much.
I want to pay off what I owe.
That's not really a problem to me, though.
I just want difference.
Come relax with me again.
Time passed too quick, but it made me not-think.
I could use that.
I could use something new.
I'm kind of upset with you, right now.
Not for any real reason.
Which is why it's frustrating me.
And that makes it worse.
I just.
Hmm.
I hope everything is different, two weeks from now.
I guess.