For those of you who don't know...
Alright, so I haven't really written about myself in a while. I may be a writer, but I'm also incredibly lazy. Maybe that's why I want to become a writer in the first place. I can do my work sitting on my ass. Great gig. But don't get me wrong, it's a lot of work to put words on page that make sense. If you aren't careful, no one will understand a word you're saying. But if you do it right, your thoughts will mix with the thoughts of the reader and he will no longer know what is his and what is yours.
But enough about that. For the past few months I have been incredibly stressed out. I ended up dropping (failing) a class because I simply couldn't have passed even if I tried. I need to learn to show up to class more often. I should be scared and worried about my future, but I just keep forging ahead blindly, and for some strange and wonderful reason, it's working. I wish I could say the same for some others in my life. My roommate has been going through a tough time for a while now. I wish I could commiserate with her. I wish I could be more help, like I used to be. I miss being best friends. I still consider her a best friend, but we don't talk like we used to. But I guess she doesn't need me when she has everyone else. But that's probably a good thing, because I'm losing my ability to listen to anyone anymore. I spend too much time in my head, and when I finally come to, they are done talking and have moved on. I'm learning about myself, but I'm forgetting about everyone else. What have I turned into?
Random, I know. But sometimes I need to write. Fish gotta swim, birds gotta eat, and losers have to write.
But enough about that. For the past few months I have been incredibly stressed out. I ended up dropping (failing) a class because I simply couldn't have passed even if I tried. I need to learn to show up to class more often. I should be scared and worried about my future, but I just keep forging ahead blindly, and for some strange and wonderful reason, it's working. I wish I could say the same for some others in my life. My roommate has been going through a tough time for a while now. I wish I could commiserate with her. I wish I could be more help, like I used to be. I miss being best friends. I still consider her a best friend, but we don't talk like we used to. But I guess she doesn't need me when she has everyone else. But that's probably a good thing, because I'm losing my ability to listen to anyone anymore. I spend too much time in my head, and when I finally come to, they are done talking and have moved on. I'm learning about myself, but I'm forgetting about everyone else. What have I turned into?
Random, I know. But sometimes I need to write. Fish gotta swim, birds gotta eat, and losers have to write.