late at night i get the phone you're at the shop sobbin all alone. your confession is comin out you only married when you felt your time was runnin out...
life feels weird right now.
i talked to a girl in womens chorus tonight about her media music major. it sounds so satisfying. but hard to get in to. do i want to go in the direction of music and deal with the hard/slightly boring theory stuff so i can do what i want like write songs? Or do i want to go in the english direction where i deal with books i don't want to read and whatever else so i can do what i want like write creative fiction and personal essay and such....
I ought to see a career counselor.
My eyelids are heavy with sleep, my stomach burning with empty space, my priorities suffering neglect and disorder. My room a mess. My laundry piled high. My new shirt unsure of itself. My pictures sitting in a little blue memory card un-uploaded. My eyelids heavy with sleep.