"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
Thursday, October 25, 2007

I got my phone taken away. Not just now. A couple months ago. So I am here, with Hamilton, talking about that wreck at Upstate yesterday. I hope that lady's okay.

I find myself wondering why this school year is sucking so hard for me. I don't understand. I don't remember what it feels like to have a good day at school. Maybe I am having one and I just don't know it. Everything feels off...I know why, but you don't. And it's going to stay that way till we work ourselves out.

I'm not tired. I just really need to get out of here. This place is draining me of all my self. I could get it back if I could just sail or visit the beach. Something warm...or really cold.

I'm not ready for the rest of broadcasting to come back. Just got the door for Coleman.

I wish:
I lived somewhere else.
I were a better sport.
I didn't get angry so easily.
the situation were getting better.

Heart.

1 comments:

Caroline said...

Good days at school...
such a distant dream.
Maybe it's ninth grade in general. Destined to be a dreadful expierence?
Anyway. Because I can't just see something I like without going, "Ooh, I want one!" I've started my own blog. Blame Yourself. and Hannah and Mamie, of course.
Heartbreakinglyhilarious.blogspot.com

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