Discontent

I don't understand why I'm so anxious. I'm dissatisfied with something, but I'm not sure what. It's not my lifestyle, I love learning, music, my lack of responsibility, my relative independence, food, and yet I want nothing more than to leave.

Shattered Wish, from Hope too High

So I got my hopes up... again.

Hey, are you going to coffee house?
I don't know, are you going?
I think so, but I don't know who else is going.
Ok, I'll see if I can go.

I can't go.
Oh, I can't make it either.

My dad changed my mind, I'm going.
Yeah, see you there.


Who's going to the dodgeball tournament?
Not Chloe.
Not Matt. Wait, what did you say?
Not Chloe?
Yeah, not Matt.

All around backstabber, but that's just me...

Secret Blog?

I suppose this is my secret blog... I have another secret blog, but a couple people already know about that. I keep trying to "express my secrets" so I won't have any, but I'm actually just trying to make up for having one "secret" that really everyone who doesn't matter knows about. Someti es I feel like I'm so close, like the wait may be over soon, Lies. I keep saying I'm lying, but I'm not really... I'm just exaggerating.