Someday, I'll write this amazing script.
The opening will not be in a therapist's office.
The characters will be easily liked.
Or...I'll just write a documentary.
I think I pick the wrong times to write. They all come out about relationships in some weird way. Well, not my newest one.
Someday, I'll be an adult and won't have to worry about this.
Someone will hire me because I'm not a minor.
This post is honestly just like about my goals or something I guess. I'm tired of posting shit about her. I'm done with it.
I sit in my room and stay up late watching movies made on really low budgets by people that were like me, just wanting to make something. I wake up early because my bed's kept where the sun hits my face every morning at 7.30. I'm not complaining. I hate feeling like I sleep too much. I listen to bands I'm almost positive the majority of people in my town haven't heard of. Weekends are spent like this: waking up, drinking coffee and watching TV, shower, wanting to hang out and my mom saying "No, not this weekend", and just doing whatever.
I miss the cold. I miss shit freshman year, yeah, as much as I just LOVE this Owasso place. Not. Hahaha.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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