love is watching someone die
I am very tired.
My friend Carrie asks me when I sleep. My answer was 'at night" and she merely looked askance.
"fine, early morning."
We studied Rhetoric tonight, for the midterm on Tuesday. The semester cannot be half over, though I know that it is October. I have learned so little.
The weather makes my heart beat easier. It gives me hope, and for more than long sleeves.
Tonight I felt like I could fall in love. Not now, but maybe someday. That maybe there will be someone to sing me the songs that make me happy. Somedays I feel like the kind of person who could spend forever with just one person. I'll wake up tomorow, and it will all just be a bad dream, but it is nice to have the hope of it, I suppose.
My cat is dying. She's 16, so it's not unexpected, but it still makes me sad. I mean, she's a godawful means cat from hell, but I've had her since I was 5. We learned to be bitches together. And what a lovely study of that I have made.
I have decided that I can still be a teacher. Not that it was up for debate, but merely that despite the poor training I am recieving at TCU, I think that with the connections that I have, I could still make a success of it.
I enjoy paint by number.
I wish a lot of things that cannot ever come true, and I know it, and I still wish it.
Love Always,
Caitlin
My friend Carrie asks me when I sleep. My answer was 'at night" and she merely looked askance.
"fine, early morning."
We studied Rhetoric tonight, for the midterm on Tuesday. The semester cannot be half over, though I know that it is October. I have learned so little.
The weather makes my heart beat easier. It gives me hope, and for more than long sleeves.
Tonight I felt like I could fall in love. Not now, but maybe someday. That maybe there will be someone to sing me the songs that make me happy. Somedays I feel like the kind of person who could spend forever with just one person. I'll wake up tomorow, and it will all just be a bad dream, but it is nice to have the hope of it, I suppose.
My cat is dying. She's 16, so it's not unexpected, but it still makes me sad. I mean, she's a godawful means cat from hell, but I've had her since I was 5. We learned to be bitches together. And what a lovely study of that I have made.
I have decided that I can still be a teacher. Not that it was up for debate, but merely that despite the poor training I am recieving at TCU, I think that with the connections that I have, I could still make a success of it.
I enjoy paint by number.
I wish a lot of things that cannot ever come true, and I know it, and I still wish it.
Love Always,
Caitlin