School is creeping up on me fast and I feel like there's so much that I have to do. I don't feel old enough to be a senior. I finally found the motivation to clean my room today. I don't know what it was, but I got it done. Next on the list, school clothes shopping. Time moves so fast.
I wrote my first page of something last night. I fell asleep with my notebook and pen on my stomach and when I woke up and read it, I actually liked it. That's something new. I should be happy. Should be proud of myself. That I've gotten that much down on paper and that I have ideas again, but I've been blocked for so long. I want my passion back. I want inspiration. More than ever.
Twenty five days. It's the longest yet. I miss you so much it hurts. But you told me to hang in there. And believe me, I'm trying. With all I've got.
And you, you've still got a long way to go.
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