^i'm not ready to give up^
.first day. the first day is always worthless. I had other things on my mind. unimportant things. but, not to me. it really affects my mood.
.this is night. (the time I spend thinking)too much...obviously
-where are you now- and what the hell am I supposed to be thinking, without a hint.
I guess I don't even write this for anyone. I used to. I would write to inform people. it's mine now. it just helps to put it down. I don't know why. it feels like ranting to someone at least. ranting to a box that plugs into my wall is, for some reason, more comforting than spilling to anything else.
summertime. I want it to overlap. I took strides to places I'd love to stay. I can't tell if they are gone yet. it's only been a few days. so it's probably fine. I just hate not knowing...I guess. I mean...all it takes is a phone call...that's a max. of like...5 minutes. aren't I worth 5 minutes?
I laugh at my priorities
tomorrow. grounded. don't know when.
.this is night. (the time I spend thinking)too much...obviously
-where are you now- and what the hell am I supposed to be thinking, without a hint.
I guess I don't even write this for anyone. I used to. I would write to inform people. it's mine now. it just helps to put it down. I don't know why. it feels like ranting to someone at least. ranting to a box that plugs into my wall is, for some reason, more comforting than spilling to anything else.
summertime. I want it to overlap. I took strides to places I'd love to stay. I can't tell if they are gone yet. it's only been a few days. so it's probably fine. I just hate not knowing...I guess. I mean...all it takes is a phone call...that's a max. of like...5 minutes. aren't I worth 5 minutes?
I laugh at my priorities
tomorrow. grounded. don't know when.