12 hours. 12 measly little credit hours and I am free and "ready" to be out in the real working world. That's it. That's all I need. 12 more and I'm done.
My head is pounding and I should be sleeping. I want to take drugs and disappear from everything for a long while but something is keeping me here, stagnant. I can't seem to pick myself up. I need another adventure. I need to get out of this town again, for a little while at least, and wake up that part of me that dies every day I feel stuck in this place. In 4 short/long weeks this semester will be over. Maybe I can find a way to go then. I'm tired of writing. Tired of school. Tired of trying to present myself a million different ways to a million different people. I am a girl of many faces. Can you see through to the truth in me? I doubt it.
My head is pounding and I should be sleeping. I want to take drugs and disappear from everything for a long while but something is keeping me here, stagnant. I can't seem to pick myself up. I need another adventure. I need to get out of this town again, for a little while at least, and wake up that part of me that dies every day I feel stuck in this place. In 4 short/long weeks this semester will be over. Maybe I can find a way to go then. I'm tired of writing. Tired of school. Tired of trying to present myself a million different ways to a million different people. I am a girl of many faces. Can you see through to the truth in me? I doubt it.
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Kid, it's about time we move to California!
Well, maybe some other place that doesn't begin with a "C" and end with an "A" would be warm too. If so, we should also move there.
And P-A-R-T-Y!
That's party if you can't spell.
I love you. It's only a matter of time my friend, only a matter of time. And you will be free to work at Tower.
Sucker.
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