I've been working a lot, and I do belive that I've come to the conclution that I my friends... am just not working class. I guess I've gotta do what I've gotta do. I just can't wait to get out of here and finish school that I don't feel so trapped by my future. Everything is going to be okay... and I won't settle for less than the best, but things have just gotta start moving.
The summer is almost over and I don't know where I'm going to go to school next year. And honestly... I just wanna go somewhere where I can concentrate on my writting. I've been getting a lot of really good advice from people I'm very close to about my writting. And everyone says that they know I have the talent, and that I just need to keep my thoughts more orginized. But you see.... there's a little problem with that.... I write down exactly what is on my mind, at exactly that moment.... and sometimes I guess that I don't think in an orginized manner. I write for myself and no one else.... but I suppose if I want to get published, I better start writting for readers.
talk my extinction to death, while watching the tick tick tock of the hand that belongs to the face of the moon on the grandfather clock.
I've been having very weird dreams lately, and when I wake up..... I'm sweaty and tingely. I'll give you two guesses what that means....