Sometimes, when I think about college, I get really sad.
I'm not crazy about this "in between" place. I've heard it's a really good thing that I'm doing. Waiting until I've got things figured out before I try to go start a family or something. Waiting until I've found the one whom my soul loves. Waiting until I'm out of debt (or at least close to it).
...waiting, waiting, waiting.
Is anything moving at all? Is everything moving except me?
**Note: There's a wedding reception going on downstairs... lots of sappy music and happy people. Making me a little nauseated. Sadly**
Slow dances. Dressy dresses. You know, I never did that really. And when I did, it was so uncomfortable. God, so much of my life has been uncomfortable.
Did I do that?
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*sigh* I'm not old.
I'm not old.
I'm not that old.
I'm not old.
I'm not that old.
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I guess it just really comes down to not passing up the opportunity to cry. I'm not feeling sorry for myself, because I know I have a story.
This is just the part that feels like I don't.
This is just the part that feels like I don't.
1 comments:
thanks for taking little pieces of my heart and writing them out.
i'm actually in this "in-between" place now too, and i feel like i've been here a while now.
i have faith i will eventually be somewhere else better, and easier, but i lose sight of the whole believing it part most of the time.
"...and the world spins madly on."
i'm moving back to gadsden in a couple months, and i think we should definitely follow through with being friends. :)
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