I'm sitting here on my Dad's room, messing up his desk within his pc while he now is sleeping on his bed behind my back. God bless his room, it is enlightened with such great internet connection and I'm like, why can't it work out on my own?
Quiet a hectic day, followed by these previous weeks I've been on campus. Sophomore syndrome, we finally said it. I have my mood swinging around popping from the bottom to the top, and so on in reverse. Hours ago I've just got home, parked the car, haven't taken bath yet, tasks are waiting; such as holy shits what a life I'm having. Like inhale, exhale; keep on repeat as my heartbeat starts to defeat.
And all of a sudden, the tune just randomly shuffles a song that creeps on my mind. It's a lot like freezing, like playing back memories as the words come out. The sing-along time, the traffic line, the silly voice mode: on, rebound something I have lost with all the missing parts which remain to long. The silence tears I hide, the hurricane inside nobody can see. What the fuck I have been involved anyway.
I still can't keep myself from determine this as another thing I don't deserve to ask. Because right then whatever will be, only will be. That everything doesn't always happen for a reason, that everyone doesn't always come with intention. Just let it be, we have eventually known that growing up is not as fun as we thought it would be. I'm really running out of fucks to give about this constant problem. But if you dare to look me in the eye I'll make sure you'll know what I mean.
Good night.
Quiet a hectic day, followed by these previous weeks I've been on campus. Sophomore syndrome, we finally said it. I have my mood swinging around popping from the bottom to the top, and so on in reverse. Hours ago I've just got home, parked the car, haven't taken bath yet, tasks are waiting; such as holy shits what a life I'm having. Like inhale, exhale; keep on repeat as my heartbeat starts to defeat.
And all of a sudden, the tune just randomly shuffles a song that creeps on my mind. It's a lot like freezing, like playing back memories as the words come out. The sing-along time, the traffic line, the silly voice mode: on, rebound something I have lost with all the missing parts which remain to long. The silence tears I hide, the hurricane inside nobody can see. What the fuck I have been involved anyway.
I still can't keep myself from determine this as another thing I don't deserve to ask. Because right then whatever will be, only will be. That everything doesn't always happen for a reason, that everyone doesn't always come with intention. Just let it be, we have eventually known that growing up is not as fun as we thought it would be. I'm really running out of fucks to give about this constant problem. But if you dare to look me in the eye I'll make sure you'll know what I mean.
Good night.
