I dont like talking about myself. And I especially dont like talking about my feelings. But lately something has been wrong with me and I cant seem to figure it out. Im worried.
ps. my cat just ran into the bed, shook it off then ran away to play again. lol..oh Fatty
I wish I could be like that. Whenever something hurts me, I could just shake it off and walk away.
But I guess its a good thing there is only one Fatty out there. (if you knew my cat, you'd understand)
Maybe I'm just ready to move away, or..run away. Maybe Im just pathetic. Or maybe this is what life is.
I'ts hard.
Im just swimming in the ocean.
Trying not to drown.
I wanna go back to high school..or even before that. Middle school. When I would spend all weekend at my best friends house and rollerblade, go to the creek, jump on the trampolene..or play pranks on her twin brother. NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD....oh the good ole days.
Now its all about whats to come. All about planning, and the future. Yuck.
Whatever happened to Now? oh its here just, hiding.
Lets see.. What am I doing Now?..
I just got home from practing for my show coming up..I expected to hop in bed but the dog, or should I say the Golden Child demolished the trash can and all that it contained. So that was my detour.
I feel like I just rambled on..and on....on...
Im tired.
so....tired..
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