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When I sit down to write, I fully intend on saying something worthwhile, or at least something that is close to me. But this blank page is so intimidating, and my thoughts seem to slip through my mind like a fistful of sand at the beach. I'm pretty much set on NYU thus far. And yes, I am aware at how much can change in a year. But I very rarely get this excited by something, and NYU is freakign exciting. So it's hard work and a much less homework-blow-offy year for me. Or so I hope.
There is so much beauty in this world, but it's hard to find it sometimes. We just fall into this rythm, alwyas doing the same thing at the same time. Beauty comes in a freefall pattern. It isn't hard to recognize but you have to be looking. But you can't look too hard.
It's hard to express my thoughts on beauty right now. Because right now for me beauty is death cab for cutie and talking to people I actually care about.
I have nobody who's really close to me. I have sean, jonny, and kyle. But no soul mate. rather, I have no soul mate. My soul feels sad and lonely.
There is so much beauty in this world, but it's hard to find it sometimes. We just fall into this rythm, alwyas doing the same thing at the same time. Beauty comes in a freefall pattern. It isn't hard to recognize but you have to be looking. But you can't look too hard.
It's hard to express my thoughts on beauty right now. Because right now for me beauty is death cab for cutie and talking to people I actually care about.
I have nobody who's really close to me. I have sean, jonny, and kyle. But no soul mate. rather, I have no soul mate. My soul feels sad and lonely.