Sep 17, 2007 03:22
In a few hours, when i wake up, it'll be one of those mornings that i'll wonder what was so worth staying up this late for. I want to write again, take pictures again. Though at one point, I was desiring growth and assuming that through time it developed, i am awkwardly surprised to believe it can degress.
I work, I meet the deadlines I need to meet and sleep. When I wake up, I look forward to speaking with the boy I three years ago said I was going to marry in the future. Now, through a series of events, still wish the same future and word towards finishing a degree that has taken a very long time to progress. It's because I have ambitions now. I didnt care, when I started college. When I was in high school, at the time, I thought what was then was forever and I was panicking inside. Thankfully that is far from the truth.
My dear friend is out of intensive care. You can't miss someone more than when you know you can't share what you shared before at that very desired moment. It's so hard to distinguish old thoughts from those you feel are old thoughts and partially were, to the old thoughts and the current ones that feel they could have possible fit if you weren't the same person. I dont know. I am slightly intoxicated and slightly intending to be confidential in order tosustain and not put in vain my entire last three years of my life.
i am incredibly sleepy