I have so many little ditties that I wrote strewn all over my day planner…
Long ago I thought I would be a writer. I’ve got a couple poems and beginnings of such on just about whatever paper I could get my hands on…
I swear the closer I get to graduation the more lost I feel. I truly can’t figure out what to do with myself. And the longer it takes for me to figure it out, the more I’ll be stuck in this weird limbo…
Too much thinking, and not enough sleeping.