I believe that there's more to life than sitting on my bed and looking out of the window, writing and blogging about life when it is so ironic that the world is so huge and vast and beautiful, yet we spend all our time writing about grades and school and expectations and love and parents and friends. Sure, they make up such a big part of everything, but we write to express but the more we write about these things, they become so common that we trivialize them. And I don't want that to happen. So I'm going to try to be anything I want to be so that I can write about anything I want. And people won't just choose to read sappy poems or well-rhymed ones, or long boring essays arguing about some side of the world I don't care about, or crafty prose with some message at the end. I will write and I don't care if it's beautiful because I'm not beautiful so don't expect me to write about pretty little things.

Distance is a bad idea when I'm stuck with a mind like this with no escape route.

Anyway, I have officially 3 days (or less than that if the clock is already ticking yes it is) to the start of my first paper and to be honest I'm worried for all of them yet I just don't feel like doing much about it. Wow. I don't think I've ever reached this stage of resignation. And there's so much to memorize and so much to master yet I'm just sitting here thinking and dreaming about so many things. 

I believe that there's more to life than sitting on my bed and looking out of the window, writing and blogging about life when it is so ironic that the world is so huge and vast and beautiful, yet we spend all our time writing about grades and school and expectations and love and parents and friends. Sure, they make up such a big part of everything, but we write to express but the more we write about these things, they become so common that we trivialize them. And I don't want that to happen. So I'm going to try to be anything I want to be so that I can write about anything I want. And people won't just choose to read sappy poems or well-rhymed ones, or long boring essays arguing about some side of the world I don't care about, or crafty prose with some message at the end. I will write and I don't care if it's beautiful because I'm not beautiful so don't expect me to write about pretty little things.

Distance is a bad idea when I'm stuck with a mind like this with no escape route.

Anyway, I have officially 3 days (or less than that if the clock is already ticking yes it is) to the start of my first paper and to be honest I'm worried for all of them yet I just don't feel like doing much about it. Wow. I don't think I've ever reached this stage of resignation. And there's so much to memorize and so much to master yet I'm just sitting here thinking and dreaming about so many things.