A box of chocolate.
DLC
Hoc meus veritas est!
Life is an odd thing when you live abroad for a short time. I expected so much and got it. It's all a blur from here on in because these weird places and sights weren't the extraordinary part about it. It was two others that made this trip the best for me. If I could only orate what is in my mind, you'd cry.
I sit here wondering what is happening back home. I really don't have to wonder because I know; Life goes on. I've never felt more alone than I do now. I've realized that I'm really not the center of the universe, even though I already knew that. I've spoken to family back home only for them to tell me that I've missed so much in exchange for living life here for two weeks. No, they didn't say it like that, but the sentiment is there. It's a shitty feeling knowing that to get one thing, you must give up another. I'm not that kind of person. I hate having to make decisions like that. If I could, I'd be in thousands of places at one time, only because I hate missing things. London and Paris are great places in themselves, Paris just a little more on the odorise side. I wish a lot of things, none of which came true. None pertaining to the trip. No difference, no change. I did not get some thrust of information just by being on this island. The only thing that made this place bearable were the friends that shared the weird expereinces with me. We have stories to tell, even if they are not great ones, they are memorable ones. Something to tell the children about later in life when they can appreciate them.
[Just remembered: I want to be a brides maid!]
What else is this lousy mind of mine thinking? I can't remmeber, but it's nothing good.
Don't get me wrong, my flaws and my ideas having no bearing on what this places is truly like. It's a wonderful place that is cold 99% of the time. Especailly the time we've been here. It adds to the difference of Houston weather that changes every 10 minutes. With everything we've tried to cram into these last couple of days, well, lets just say our cclass work has suffered. I wish a lot of things, one of which, I wish I could hide here. Hell, I wish I could hide somewhere and never come out. Let time pass me by. Turn me into one of those damn statues we keep coming across. I want to be solid, stiff, unchanging, unwavering, strong, never wrong. I want for people to see what was designed for them to see, instead of the true me. I'm tired. I'm tired of everything. Fighting, lossing, winning. I'm just tired...
Illa est meus veritas!
Two things the young should do: Stay pretty and die young.
What movie is that from?
DLC
Hoc meus veritas est!
Life is an odd thing when you live abroad for a short time. I expected so much and got it. It's all a blur from here on in because these weird places and sights weren't the extraordinary part about it. It was two others that made this trip the best for me. If I could only orate what is in my mind, you'd cry.
I sit here wondering what is happening back home. I really don't have to wonder because I know; Life goes on. I've never felt more alone than I do now. I've realized that I'm really not the center of the universe, even though I already knew that. I've spoken to family back home only for them to tell me that I've missed so much in exchange for living life here for two weeks. No, they didn't say it like that, but the sentiment is there. It's a shitty feeling knowing that to get one thing, you must give up another. I'm not that kind of person. I hate having to make decisions like that. If I could, I'd be in thousands of places at one time, only because I hate missing things. London and Paris are great places in themselves, Paris just a little more on the odorise side. I wish a lot of things, none of which came true. None pertaining to the trip. No difference, no change. I did not get some thrust of information just by being on this island. The only thing that made this place bearable were the friends that shared the weird expereinces with me. We have stories to tell, even if they are not great ones, they are memorable ones. Something to tell the children about later in life when they can appreciate them.
[Just remembered: I want to be a brides maid!]
What else is this lousy mind of mine thinking? I can't remmeber, but it's nothing good.
Don't get me wrong, my flaws and my ideas having no bearing on what this places is truly like. It's a wonderful place that is cold 99% of the time. Especailly the time we've been here. It adds to the difference of Houston weather that changes every 10 minutes. With everything we've tried to cram into these last couple of days, well, lets just say our cclass work has suffered. I wish a lot of things, one of which, I wish I could hide here. Hell, I wish I could hide somewhere and never come out. Let time pass me by. Turn me into one of those damn statues we keep coming across. I want to be solid, stiff, unchanging, unwavering, strong, never wrong. I want for people to see what was designed for them to see, instead of the true me. I'm tired. I'm tired of everything. Fighting, lossing, winning. I'm just tired...
Illa est meus veritas!
Two things the young should do: Stay pretty and die young.
What movie is that from?
posted by Crescamus in Christos at 1/13/2005 12:01:00 AM
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