Time's over. She doesn't wanna talk. I find myself surfing the net instead of studying, but what's new? I'm wasting time sitting here while I could be getting paid or doing something conducive to my education. Instead, I sit here & look up where I can learn to fight. I crave being a boy sometimes. There's more to it than that, I can be so superficial sometimes.
Time ticks by as I figure out the next year. Two years. Three years. The things I want to accomplish, the people I want to see, the things I want to do - that I've wanted to do for years. This is the time. Don't give it up. It's hard. There's so much I want out of this life & I wonder when it'll all happen. That's probably my first mistake.
The gym is my new obsession. Llamas too. Can't forget UFC. & books, but that's old. I just don't get the time to do it much anymore. Knitting is coming back with a vengeance. Writing letters. Writing period!
University is about discovering yourself. I think I'm only just realizing that. I'm going to fuck up, no matter how much I feel that it's unacceptable, it's going to happen. I'm going to discover things I enjoy, things I don't. I'll fuck up, I'll succeed, I won't even register on some peoples' radars.
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