Feeling down, cuz I'm not around
I mentioned in my last entry that I was thinking of Australia. I miss it. I wish I was there. San Diego reminds me of it a little, except it's more familiar, yet nothing can compare to the friendliness of the Aussies. I wish that I could be back wandering, enjoying life, even it's trials. Because here everything is too real, and too on the surface. I am starting to get stretched out a little too thin, and it's hard to have fun and be social when the people around you don't have the same thing in mind for why they are here. I'm here to get my degree, or at least indulge in what I love and learn every edge, corner, and face of it. Of course I want to meet people, I love meeting new people. I wonder how I lived with out them. I even like someone, but all of that just adds clutter to my already clusterfucked life.
Right now I should be writing my four paged paper on who cares what. I'd rather write here. It's hard to write about something you're not interested. Even more when its on something someone else wrote, that you could care less about. And rather dislike for that matter. I could right about how I hate it, but it doesn't really fit the prompt. There's nothing to prove, just something to describe. Maybe I'll post in on here, ha I wouldn't want to bore you. Or maybe I already am.
I'm just writing thoughts. I'm shut down to the world here, wishing I was full of life in yours. I miss you guys. I feel far away, and am taking on too many things. If this were senior year, I'd be in the basement not quite sober whippin this shit out and kickin ass on it. Oh the cold war, why do you freeze my heart so hardcore.
I was walking back from class and writing in my head as always. Maybe I can get that back and put it here, something a little more interesting for you to read. More interesting for me at least.
She wanted a love for her heart
she couldn't seem to open it.
The sunset glistened in her eyes,
but she was looking for that sunrise.
She felt far away from young,
as much as she seemed to fit.
Her laughs and smiles were true,
but eye color always went back to blue.
Right now I should be writing my four paged paper on who cares what. I'd rather write here. It's hard to write about something you're not interested. Even more when its on something someone else wrote, that you could care less about. And rather dislike for that matter. I could right about how I hate it, but it doesn't really fit the prompt. There's nothing to prove, just something to describe. Maybe I'll post in on here, ha I wouldn't want to bore you. Or maybe I already am.
I'm just writing thoughts. I'm shut down to the world here, wishing I was full of life in yours. I miss you guys. I feel far away, and am taking on too many things. If this were senior year, I'd be in the basement not quite sober whippin this shit out and kickin ass on it. Oh the cold war, why do you freeze my heart so hardcore.
I was walking back from class and writing in my head as always. Maybe I can get that back and put it here, something a little more interesting for you to read. More interesting for me at least.
She wanted a love for her heart
she couldn't seem to open it.
The sunset glistened in her eyes,
but she was looking for that sunrise.
She felt far away from young,
as much as she seemed to fit.
Her laughs and smiles were true,
but eye color always went back to blue.