Here goes nothing:
It's 2pm on Sunday afternoon. I still havn't really gotten out of bed. I feel like I've been running in circles all week and it's finally catching up with me. It's weird you know, having things to do. I spent the first 18.5 years of my life not really doing anything. And now, it's different.I'm juggling school responsibilities, a meager social life, club stuff, and family duties. It's really not much in the long run but it's interesting.
It's weird to look back and see how much I've changed over the past year alone. A different core group of friends (again), priority shifts, and emotional differences. I think I'm happier. It seems weird, but I really think I am.
I say that's weird because I've befriended the most atypical group of misfits ever, and I love them all to death. No matter how much infighting, dickery, and retardedness gets inbetween them. It's also weird because I have so much more responsibility and I'm a lazy bastard, you'd think I'd hate it.
I'm writing more (obviously) and I hope it'll help me in the long run. I have to start thinking about my future. I still don't have the slightest clue as to where it will lead me, but I'm hoping that at least a few of these people have a place in it. They've somehow managed to negate the anxiety and need to run that's been plaguing me every year around this time. They'll probably never know how much I appreciate that 'cause I really hate that feeling.
Quote of the Day:
"Age is no guarantee of maturity."
-Lawana Blackwell
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