My best friend is moving away today, my brother is coming back today. I had to say goodbye to her and then I stayed up way too late last night. I'm leaving for college soon, and it hasn't completely sunk in yet. I've got a job that I haven't started yet, and honestly don't really want to start because I'll be there for less than three weeks anyway. And come on, who wants to be a telemarketer? Nobody, that's who. Especially since I would be calling people while they are at work. What up with that? And then someone has to be bored or desperate enough once every hour that I am there to actually buy the magazines I'm selling.
I'm so excited to leave for the mountains. Nothing is going to be the same anymore, but I think I'm okay with it. I'm not worried about leaving for school or missing my parents because I'm never with both of them at the same time anyway; I've already left two homes.
Next year, I want to be myself, but better. I want to be better at something. I want to be more extroverted, get better grades, become a better writer/musician/anything. I want to have my own thing. I want to be ballsy enough to make Gold Lion happen and for Cypress to design the t-shirts.
I'm so excited to leave for the mountains. Nothing is going to be the same anymore, but I think I'm okay with it. I'm not worried about leaving for school or missing my parents because I'm never with both of them at the same time anyway; I've already left two homes.
Next year, I want to be myself, but better. I want to be better at something. I want to be more extroverted, get better grades, become a better writer/musician/anything. I want to have my own thing. I want to be ballsy enough to make Gold Lion happen and for Cypress to design the t-shirts.
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