i'm listening to my mom scream at the television. the caps game is on. i'm cold in my room. i'm listening to some relaxing music, doing things that make me stressed. i'm happy to be writing out how i'm feeling, which is overwhelmed. i'm thinking about whether the homecoming game will happen. i'm hoping. i'm full. i love having sushi. i'm sad i probably can't paint what i wanted to tonight. i'm loving john mayer's music. i'm stupid for putting off my homework. i'm content with doing so however. i'm glad carli kitto is my friend, i've always understood her. i'm avioding my physics, literature, teacher cadet, government, and math homework. i'm writing in the present tense. i'm done with looking for whats ahead. at least for this night. i'm finished with thinking this time of my life is a preamble for something better. i'm looking around now and realizing how much i have to live now, not later.
this is all a result for a simple fact:
i analyze too much.
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