guilty as a chosen cheese curl
if i haven't been here, it's because i've been working on my assignments. it feels terribly lonely now, and i know i've had my fair share of fun, but i guess i never want the fun to end. do i have a lot of growing up to do? i think so, this responsibility almost feels like it's killing me, suffucating me. why do i feel like i just want to quit school, why do i somehow know it's not gonna get any easier?
bear with me, if it wasn't for God, i wouldn't know for who else to look to. someday in our real lives, i'll tell you in totality wot it is i'm going thru. now this dream passes, and i slowly slink back into the driftings of unconcious life.
to feel your touch of hope.
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