oh being hyper yet being by yourself. I am in a room, a classroom to be exact, in which I know no one by name--i recognize a few faces but that is all. I want to be hyper, I feel hyper but I have to keep it all inside because all of these people will think I'm a loon. I honestly don't really care what they think but if I'm hyper I will also be unable to sit through this class and listen to this professor. Wow this is honestly the worst class I think I have ever had...not because it is difficult--no no--just because the lecture and movies are that boring. Anthropology--didn't realize that it was this not interesting--okay that is even a lie. I don't find the study of anthropology to be that boring but I do find the lectures about anthropology from this professor to be very difficult to pay attention through. Well I have 10 minutes left before class--so I guess I will end on that note!
i was reading through some of my old writings that I just left on my computer. There is a lot of randomness in there but this one i still feel is worthwhile
To a sister; who is willing to share in my secrets.A sister who; shows me so much love that I don’t know what I would ever do without her.A sister who; shares my tears and my fears. A sister who; tells me that my fears are totally irrelevant and don’t matter in the real world. Guess what, I think I finally get what you’ve been telling me all these years, some stuff just doesn’t matter. I have the “turn around” song on my computer and I can see what it’s talking about, it always reminds me of the skit that you did with Katery and the rest of the counselors, I can hardly stand to listen to this song—I cry almost every time. You tell me how it is and you are perfectly okay in your own skin. You know who you are and I look up to you so much for that because at this point it seems like I will never be able to figure out ...
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