It's been raining hard around here (hence the necessary changes in my layout.) I don't know what on earth the lightning struck last night but I felt my wooden bed tremble. What time was that anyway? I stayed up for God knows how long waiting for another thunderbolt. I honestly didn't care if the world crumbled. I'm not even brave. Maybe I just don't care enough. By the time I was up, the sun was eerily bright. If I hadn't known any better, I would have said last night was all in my head, but that wasn't the case. The weather's just what it is, temperamental, like a lot of people I know.
To add to the gloom, the summer's officially dead today. Weather-wise, there's not much of a change as it rained all summer. Everything-else-wise, it's just sad. This is one of the few things everybody in my messenger list would agree on. Summer is our time but it ends too quickly.
And because of that, I'm wrapping up my journals. I've got four pages left. I'll spend it fake-lamenting on how I wasted my summer playing one-sided hide and seek with some of my quasi-friends. I'm not sorry said quasi-friends didn't play along. I realized one thing last week. High school (and the people in it) wouldn't matter. At least not as much as college (and the people in it) would. Maybe some are more significant than the others, but on my count, some is just barely over five people.
It's my fault.
It's not my fault.
It's my fault.
It's not my fault.
Who's to say which is right? There would be a day in my life when none of these would matter. It might not be today but it'll come and until then, I'll try not to upset myself with brash posts like this. I don't know what I meant by that. Forget you ever read this entire post. I don't want to bother delete this as I've already typed a lot. And I bet this won't make a difference. Lots of my older posts look as bad this. Goodnight.
And as the summer's ending,
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
--"Photobooth" by DCFC
The cool air will rush your hard heart away.
You were so condescending.
And this is all that's left:
Scraping paper to document.
I've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
--"Photobooth" by DCFC
To add to the gloom, the summer's officially dead today. Weather-wise, there's not much of a change as it rained all summer. Everything-else-wise, it's just sad. This is one of the few things everybody in my messenger list would agree on. Summer is our time but it ends too quickly.
And because of that, I'm wrapping up my journals. I've got four pages left. I'll spend it fake-lamenting on how I wasted my summer playing one-sided hide and seek with some of my quasi-friends. I'm not sorry said quasi-friends didn't play along. I realized one thing last week. High school (and the people in it) wouldn't matter. At least not as much as college (and the people in it) would. Maybe some are more significant than the others, but on my count, some is just barely over five people.
It's my fault.
It's not my fault.
It's my fault.
It's not my fault.
Who's to say which is right? There would be a day in my life when none of these would matter. It might not be today but it'll come and until then, I'll try not to upset myself with brash posts like this. I don't know what I meant by that. Forget you ever read this entire post. I don't want to bother delete this as I've already typed a lot. And I bet this won't make a difference. Lots of my older posts look as bad this. Goodnight.
