My lips are chapped and I can't stop messing with them. I'm having urges to do drastic things more and more. I need a job...No...correction, I need money. I sleep too much. I have the craziest dreams. I have things to do but I keep thinking up reasons why I shouldn't do them. I'm starting not to care about certain things and then caring too much about other things. That probably isn't anything new though. I miss everyone back at home. I know I'm not taking advantage of the chances I have been given here but I can't help but have this debilitating sadness most of the day. I wish I could disappear sometimes.
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I pretty much want to listen to records in a big open field on a nice autumn day. Forever. My valhalla! Problem is I'm supposed to sit around with a calculator and get some business on.
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