you're going down with me, hand in unlovable hand
so i was driving today, listening to music of course. the cd misty made me for my birthday. third eye blind was on it, and it reminded me of how in school, mostly math class, i would copy songs into my notebook to pass time. whatever i was feeling. i'd always write motorcycle drive by. but it was a nice drive, and i sang the whole cd as loud as i could, and it was amazing. i looked at a scrapbook today with beth. it reminded me of how different things felt. because even when i was sad i was happy. and i'm not going to lie. now i just feel lost. and like things are never ending. i want to go home. but thanksgiving is coming. i just need a change. but until then, i feel safe. and i know things are right. and i will listen to the same songs i used to. i've just noticed, they are all about running away. being rebellious. and although i'm not much of a rebel, i'm done caring. i quit. and i always have been a bit of a quitter, but not necessarily in a bad way. so i think things are going to be good now.