As my long day pours into a long night, I sit here and ponder my day. It was the first Monday of school, the first official week of my Junior year. And I started it sour. LATE. not many people know, but I have a set schedule.. the balance of things is set perfectly in my head (here's where you all find out how OCD I am) are you still with me? Alright. Picture this for me:
It's a lone Monday night: not a soul is texting me. Not even Anthony. There is slow, soft country music playing. I don't necessarily know if this is just my typical "Sunday Blues" carrying over to my Monday, but I can't help but feel like something is wrong. Maybe just maybe, I am not exactly what I should be this very moment.
My mind is always running, turning things over, analyzing my day, week, month, and even year.
I never got around to finishing this. So. I'll just post it and start on a fresh new post. A more... optimistic post I think..
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