t-r-u-t-h's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wreck. Somedays I just crave change. Somedays I just wish that I could start again fresh, without this diary and without any other baggage. Somedays I wish I could run away, go far away, maybe to Arizona or some equally hot, dusty place. For some reason that appeals to me. I want to travel. I want to pick up my bags and leave this place. Not because I hate it here or I hate my life but because I'm too familiar with it all. I want an adventure. I had thought that this weekend I would be going to see Richard which I looked at as an adventure because I would be travelling to him, which doesn't happen very often. Really it's only happened three times. But I had wanted that. I had wanted the excitement of exploring and wondering about everything that was around me... but alas. I'm stuck here, to study for finals and pray that I'll be able to pass this semester without academic probation. It's going to be difficult to do though, honestly. I dug myself a whole this semester. I don't really know the reason why it happened. One second I had the classes at my feet, ready for them to start moving under me and I was completely ready to move with them. In the next second I was flat on my face wondering how the hell I was going to get back up. Well, slowly I'm trying to crawl along with the classes but really what I have to do is run to catch up. I'm scared I won't be able to pull it off. I suppose we'll see within in the next few days but for now, I'm a bit of a nervous wreck. 4:12 p.m. - 2006-05-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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