why i haven't written
So I completely suck at keeping a journal. Ah, once... (uh Marcy).. once upon a time I had the opportunity to sit down in the evenings (or anytime, really) and write about my life. I used to review the hilarious and tragic and pointless times and workings of my life shortly after the actual events. Maybe just for posterity, so I could re-read and re-live. Sometimes I learned from it as I wrote...it's the best opportunity to see something from a different perspective. But lately I've adopted this careless attitude towards my life. I work a lot. And by a lot I mean generally all the time. When I'm not at work I'm playing with a frightening intensity. I've been DETERMINED to have a good summer before school starts back up again. Not working. Unfortunately, that delicious summer of reckless abandon that I was hoping for seems to have slipped between my fingers. Too many responsibilities, I guess. Work and Steven and the apartment... LAST summer was one of the best, but I doubt I'll ever enjoy that again.
PMSy, sorry. I have made loads of good memories this summer, but I'll have to write about them some other time. A lot to remember, and this is enough for tonight.
PMSy, sorry. I have made loads of good memories this summer, but I'll have to write about them some other time. A lot to remember, and this is enough for tonight.