emilyfo
We had a real nice pop-up trailer when I was growing up. We always would take it up in our same old spot on Racoony Mountain in West Virginia. I always remember the picture of us as kids being hugged by my grandma in an old fishing hat. We were so small. Sometimes I feel like it never really happened. Now the trailer is sitting, waiting, rusting in my grandparent's backyard, next to their own old trailer actually. We haven't remembered it in ages. It's so square. And lonely. We mention it sometimes. And then it falls behind to the depths of our memories when time did not fly by so quick and trailers were the epicenter of our lives.
Severely aching right now. Severely missing him. I wasn't even severely attached, I thought at first. Too bad. So severely awkward. So severely painful. So severely alone. So severely detached.
Well. This sucks. I have been determinedly trying to accomplish writing my paper for the last three days.
It was due today at 12:25. Guess what? I skipped class.
I am determinedly determined to determine that I fail at life.
Hesitant, not sure, but brave. so you go. you have major doubts. maybe walking up to a girl and asking her to dance. she has the power, but you made the approach. maybe like a tiger, approaching its dinner. slowly, slowly. slowly. then pounce. maybe not.
Ohhh I wish I wish upon a star....that there was more time in the day. More time to enjoy what I have, I realize now. It kind of scares the crap out of me. Wishing is whimsical, but fantastical...I wish everyday for something new, and something amazing.