| I Take It All With A Grain of Salt. |
[Oct. 3rd, 2009|01:01 am] |
| [ | I feel |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | Music Jammin |
| | This Providence: Letdown | ] |
You won't remember this conversation by tomorrow morning, no.
I haven't talked to you in a while, but tonight you talked to me.
But you weren't really there.
And although some of what you said makes sense
All I can say in the end, quite bluntly is,
fuck you.
I'm sitting in my dorm. About to go to sleep. College has been one crazy ride so far. No, no parties. No, no boys. Just trying to actually push myself out into the world, meet new people, learn new things, take more pictures, and above all, find myself.
As much as I feel frustrated in this current state. It will pass. And the seasons will change. I'm just going to keep on going. And hope that something good will happen soon.
Until then I will be reading my three books a week, writing more essays, and drawings more random creations. Things are tough but I know this will all be worth it some day.
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