I was about to close two sentences about having flu again, just about the same time as last year, when i find it so very uninteresting. This is such a suck-y flu-y feeling. I never get this sickly before. Hassle.
I cant wait for April to be over and May to move in. I can't wait to go home again and see my friends and family even though last time I got so wasted I was telling everyone that I'd rather end my life than stay any longer in my hometown. I don't know.. it's probably me who has the problem, and not the place.. not even the people. Or I just hang out with the wrong crowd for me. Not that they're bad, but they keep me coming back to re-live the "old grace" in me. I love my hometown. I learned so much from it that I just had to move on. I don't want to get stuck and just be 'okay' for a couple of days or so, then ramble on again drunk on the phone.
I show no faith in myself sometimes. It is very obvious that even if i want to front out to people that I've changed.. truly, nothing's have changed at all. What the hell is wrong? I falter. I fall. I fail. I turned cold.
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