Well
I just spent a while reading my entries from junior year. Just a handful. I couldn't help but laugh at myself. I mean literally, I'm a damn funny person!
It kind of reads like a storybook that I already know the ending to. I see myself excited about Denise and talking about how everything's finally going to be ok. And I want to say to this person narrating "No, it's really not going to be ok". Though actually, it is. Now it is. I'm still the same basically. Everything upsets me and I hate talking about stuff besides girls. I don't know why. I think about so much more than that. Yet when I'm journaling it's like "I think I'll talk about her today." I'm pretty content with life right now and I'm so happy about going home for a while. But I still kind of feel like I'm waiting for something to begin. I probably feel more like that cuz I spent the day in my pjs. See I'm sick. I woke up feeling worse than ever today and felt no motivation to move.
I don't know. I guess I hate being young. I hate not knowing. And I hate being too predictable. It's a big mess of me really needing to figure out what I want.
Woooooooah hello NyQuil. I think I'm out...
It kind of reads like a storybook that I already know the ending to. I see myself excited about Denise and talking about how everything's finally going to be ok. And I want to say to this person narrating "No, it's really not going to be ok". Though actually, it is. Now it is. I'm still the same basically. Everything upsets me and I hate talking about stuff besides girls. I don't know why. I think about so much more than that. Yet when I'm journaling it's like "I think I'll talk about her today." I'm pretty content with life right now and I'm so happy about going home for a while. But I still kind of feel like I'm waiting for something to begin. I probably feel more like that cuz I spent the day in my pjs. See I'm sick. I woke up feeling worse than ever today and felt no motivation to move.
I don't know. I guess I hate being young. I hate not knowing. And I hate being too predictable. It's a big mess of me really needing to figure out what I want.
Woooooooah hello NyQuil. I think I'm out...