Okay I might write a poem at some point in this post. But at the moment I am just going to vent for a little bit. It is 9:30 at night on a Sunday in the summer. I have been home all day. Doing nothing but watching gilmore girls. Yep that is in fact my life. So fun isn't it?!? Yeah….. I need to get a life. Period. I need to do something interesting for once in my life. I need to find a passion. Something! I need to meet people. Meet guys. Something. I am thinking about tattoos… My parents would kill me though. They hate tattoos. Ugh.
She looks out the window.
Her life passing by.
Her head on her pillow.
and with a sigh she closes her eyes.
The last few days, run into her mind.
What happened.
How can this be life?
The world is bigger than this.
Her life can't just be a grain of sand.
Stuck in a pile, all the same.
None different from the other.
Stuck.
No need for identity.
No need for individuality.
Who needs to be noticed.
Well thats all i got for the moment. Bye.
