gravel pit
im not sure why i just titled this gravel pit...guess wutang is in my head a little bit.
lately i seem to go over the question, what were you doing this time last year? and it is so bizarre because i can't believe a year has passed. a year ago i lived with justin. this time last year i graduated from vcu and was working full time at the moon and velvet...this time last year i had my finances under control and went to florida to chill with danny.
this time last year the breakup disaster of a lifetime was begining to blossom and this time last year was the 11th month of a relationship with my best friend.
but now in this year...in this month...i feel weird
i want to talk less and listen mmore. i want people to tell me stories that are good with morals or not talk at all.
i want people to shut up and appreciate what they have. i want my self confidence back. i want my energy back. but instead i have that relentless feeling of being cooped and restlessness even though i seem to be so wound up i am tired.
i want to go away.
i want to have some fun.
i need to do something.
iiiiiiii fuck fuck fuck
there are still things lingering in my head.
i am still looking for the right answers.
i am still trying to do the right things.
but i am still a fuck up.
lately i seem to go over the question, what were you doing this time last year? and it is so bizarre because i can't believe a year has passed. a year ago i lived with justin. this time last year i graduated from vcu and was working full time at the moon and velvet...this time last year i had my finances under control and went to florida to chill with danny.
this time last year the breakup disaster of a lifetime was begining to blossom and this time last year was the 11th month of a relationship with my best friend.
but now in this year...in this month...i feel weird
i want to talk less and listen mmore. i want people to tell me stories that are good with morals or not talk at all.
i want people to shut up and appreciate what they have. i want my self confidence back. i want my energy back. but instead i have that relentless feeling of being cooped and restlessness even though i seem to be so wound up i am tired.
i want to go away.
i want to have some fun.
i need to do something.
iiiiiiii fuck fuck fuck
there are still things lingering in my head.
i am still looking for the right answers.
i am still trying to do the right things.
but i am still a fuck up.