As of late, I’ve been feeling fucking Zen. I’m far less discontent than I’ve been in…I don’t even know how long I’ve hated myself, but it’s been a while and it wasn’t really until I stopped that I realized I had started. I’ve realized I have far more friends than I thought, but I’ve also become more okay with just being with myself. I’ve written a couple poems for the first time in a while, and my guitar callouses are coming back. But at the same time my rediscovered friendships are driving me crazy and I need desperately to get out and get to college ASAP. Such is life. I’m tired of the drama and juggling of different friendships and things that are only just now becoming a problem because suddenly we can’t all just be fucking happy together. We’re all too bored to function, and I’m not sure how summer is going to be bearable. I wish I had a horse. Or a job. But I guess I’ll go to sleep now. Because I’m doing that sleeping thing again, which is nice. I never understood how awesome sleeping was until I stopped being able to.
I understand completely. Although, that zen feeling is gone for me.
Your senioritis pains me.
yeah well it pains me too.