| woweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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| so i guess this is college.
i've already had visits and home and papers and tests and breakdowns and hangovers and too many bagels to count. this bed is finally my bed but it's not home. it's college. there's more love at home.
takin' it day by day.
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| hi xanga, it's been quite a while. i'm only making an entry because i like typing. not necessarily because i have something interesting to say. i leave for college in a month minus a couple days, and it's scary as fuck. i don't wanna leave. i think i'm too attached to people in tulsa. i was never scared of leaving before. i'm not really scared of college, as much as i'm scared of change. it's all related to people. college itself doesn't scare me, outside of the fear that i'll hate everyone. and i figure i'll click with at least one people. just ONE, that's all i need. i just don't want to be in the boat here i go from day to day looking forward to being home. i'm at least excited about decorating my dorm room. having a space that is mine. and my roommate's. i guess. fuck. i know i'll miss at least one thing about tulsa...at least i hope so. i can't see it being any other way.
okay.
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| wah. back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and it's all completely utterly pointless. minds are dumb, especially mine. at least i always have fun when i'm not alone. i just want to curl up on the floor and wake up to dissolve again. bliss. |
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