Failure.
I don't want to share my feelings on LiveJournal, online.
They are mine, my own, and I feel foolish when I think of others reading my thoughts.
I've been trying to update for a while now but can't bear to write anything of substance.
So, here's something more superficial.
I've become a Twilight fan.
I'm unhappy.
I don't feel alive, like a real person.
I can't wait to come home for fall break.
I miss my friends.
I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore.
I really love Muse.
And Two Steps From Hell.
School's alright.
I'm out of books to read.
That is, until I buy Breaking Dawn on Thursday.
I miss my long hair.
I wish I was eighteen.
I need a job.
I'm afraid of falling in love.
They are mine, my own, and I feel foolish when I think of others reading my thoughts.
I've been trying to update for a while now but can't bear to write anything of substance.
So, here's something more superficial.
I've become a Twilight fan.
I'm unhappy.
I don't feel alive, like a real person.
I can't wait to come home for fall break.
I miss my friends.
I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore.
I really love Muse.
And Two Steps From Hell.
School's alright.
I'm out of books to read.
That is, until I buy Breaking Dawn on Thursday.
I miss my long hair.
I wish I was eighteen.
I need a job.
I'm afraid of falling in love.