lately I've been thinking and thinking and thinking about things, but not doing anything much at all. Maybe it's the weather...or maybe the weather is just my catch all excuse, but honestly, grey weather makes me feel entirely different.
I've been going home a lot, and it's so nice to be there. As much as I love my friends and the fun stuff we do when we are all together, there are times when they are out smoking and I'm alone in my tiny room wondering what I'm doing here, and if I'm really meant to be here. I don't like thinking like that, but I do. And I think about my bank account draining, and how I wish I got more sleep and could find a place and way to run like I used to. It seems like I'm never completely satisfied with myself, but I still manage to find myself wishing to be more like the person I used to be.
I hope this doesn't make me sound like I'm sad, because honestly, I'm not. It's more that I'm just contemplating & wanting to do things & take pictures all of the time. I don't know.