I can't explain what's wrong with me. Or even why, or how. I can't explain exactly how I feel or who I am. I can't explain where I am or why I'm here.
Treading water for another year.
Oh, aren't I just so pleasant?
That's why I like to stay away. No one likes to hear it, really. No one should have to hear it, any way. I'm pretty sure it's some sort of torture.
you put the lime in the coconut drink em both up
I need a change of pace and scenery and I need to be alone a little while. I just hope I won't be lonely. I wonder if this summer will be nearly as interesting as it has the potential to be. Back to Italy or somewhere else? Or will I be sitting around in Houston, soaking up my time with a full- or part-time job and a few classes, and waiting for the day when life will start to feel a little more like life? HmHmHm.