| I cease to think about the past. More importantly, I cease to care.
When's it going to happen for me?
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| I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.
Is mediocracy the cure
to empty ambition? Sometimes I feel like having no hope at all is
better than fallen hopes. What's the point, after all, in
struggling all your life for a glimmer of recognition?
All I wanted to do was get away, and I'm right back where I started.
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| it's been a while
gotta ease in
like feet into a hot tub
so..
seeing friends online
without seeing;
a world away -
are worlds away.
i get nervous -
how can they grow up
and become real adults -
i have no anchor.
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| i feel nervous. like the way you feel the night before an exam or
when you have twenty million different things on your mind and oh god
oh god what if i fail. but i don't believe there's something called god
that will affect my life so praying is out. anyway it's summer
and i should embrace my slacker tv-watching self and not worry about
being brilliant and original and doing something remarkable with my
life.
to bed to bed to bed.
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| First missed class of the semester (9:30). I think this proves two things:
1) I can't be trusted with an alarm clock.
2) My body will mutiny if I give it less than 8 hours of sleep on a consistent basis.
Silly me.
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