I've read all of the pages and there's still no answer.
I'm feeling extremely nostalgic.
I'm looking back at memories past, and i don't think i've ever ached this much for something long gone. i'm not sure why, or what exactly it is that i miss or wish i could have back, but the feeling is there regardless.
16 long
short
longshort
shortlong
long and short
short yet long
months of my life. that's the most i have ever given to any one person. i think he deserves it.
i was really excited about school. and now i'm over it. i can't wait to transfer, though. The more i think about it, the more i just want to get it all done.
I don't know what it is about my personality or luck (or lack thereof), but every time i make friends that i love, they go away. Evan is planning to move to NY with asha. GAY. no pun intended.
I feel as though christopher katrelle young is my soul mate. but not so much in a lover kind of way. I'm referring more to the connection that we have rooted in our cores. I have reason to believe he has a girlfriend in Tucson now. And i can honestly say i'm not happy for him.
Maybe i am. maybe i'm not. i can hardly even tell any more. I guess in my heart of hearts i want to say that yes, i am happy for him. But it's still disappointing.
But what was i to expect.
Life is real, Real is life.
No, but in all seriousness, i am happy for him.
I would still like to see him during thanksgiving break, though.
&watch it all dissolve into a single second.
I feel exhausted. I feel... like there's so much to get done but doing them only creates more things to get done. But my energy only comes in short bursts, and it's not nearly enough to get by.
I feel as though i owe myself a really good, long, hard cry. Not so much because i'm sad at the moment, but because sad things have happened and i didn't allow myself to just... be hurt.
There's too much to do and worry about and get done to let myself be hurt. No time, no point.
I've never missed so many people.
People without faces, people without names. All of them. I miss them.
I find myself sitting here reminiscing times that never and always happened.
I think i was blind before i met you
I'm looking back at memories past, and i don't think i've ever ached this much for something long gone. i'm not sure why, or what exactly it is that i miss or wish i could have back, but the feeling is there regardless.
16 long
short
longshort
shortlong
long and short
short yet long
months of my life. that's the most i have ever given to any one person. i think he deserves it.
i was really excited about school. and now i'm over it. i can't wait to transfer, though. The more i think about it, the more i just want to get it all done.
I don't know what it is about my personality or luck (or lack thereof), but every time i make friends that i love, they go away. Evan is planning to move to NY with asha. GAY. no pun intended.
I feel as though christopher katrelle young is my soul mate. but not so much in a lover kind of way. I'm referring more to the connection that we have rooted in our cores. I have reason to believe he has a girlfriend in Tucson now. And i can honestly say i'm not happy for him.
Maybe i am. maybe i'm not. i can hardly even tell any more. I guess in my heart of hearts i want to say that yes, i am happy for him. But it's still disappointing.
But what was i to expect.
Life is real, Real is life.
No, but in all seriousness, i am happy for him.
I would still like to see him during thanksgiving break, though.
&watch it all dissolve into a single second.
I feel exhausted. I feel... like there's so much to get done but doing them only creates more things to get done. But my energy only comes in short bursts, and it's not nearly enough to get by.
I feel as though i owe myself a really good, long, hard cry. Not so much because i'm sad at the moment, but because sad things have happened and i didn't allow myself to just... be hurt.
There's too much to do and worry about and get done to let myself be hurt. No time, no point.
I've never missed so many people.
People without faces, people without names. All of them. I miss them.
I find myself sitting here reminiscing times that never and always happened.
I think i was blind before i met you