Only a little crazy
I've been at a loss for words lately.
Possibly the Biostats or the Chemistry. I'm on twelve pieces of notebook paper and have only completed four problems. Don't get me wrong, I like it though. Never thought I would utter those words about math. It's all the teacher.
Otherwise I've been working, 44-48 hours a week. But it's so mind-numbing and I can only do so much homework before my brain starts to melt.
I can't let myself think though. It's getting more scary by the day up there.
Flip the record. Change the record.
I don't know if what I'm doing is even....
I just want to leave people better than I found them.
I want to leave this world knowing that I was a good person and I tried.
So I read, and I color, and I do homework, and I listen to music, and I go to work, and I go to class, and I play with two of my favorite guys, and I watch movies, and I watch t.v. shows, and I walk, and I take pictures.
It's just all a waiting game. This whole thing is a game and it only ends when we don't want to play anymore. Some days I feel like that little brat who keeps getting tagged or found or tackled and I want to take my ball and just go home.
Just gotta flip the record and wait....
Maybe instead of taking the ball you just roll over and watch the clouds while you get dog piled. They have to get off of you eventually, right?
Why can't you see what I'm not saying?
Possibly the Biostats or the Chemistry. I'm on twelve pieces of notebook paper and have only completed four problems. Don't get me wrong, I like it though. Never thought I would utter those words about math. It's all the teacher.
Otherwise I've been working, 44-48 hours a week. But it's so mind-numbing and I can only do so much homework before my brain starts to melt.
I can't let myself think though. It's getting more scary by the day up there.
Flip the record. Change the record.
I don't know if what I'm doing is even....
I just want to leave people better than I found them.
I want to leave this world knowing that I was a good person and I tried.
So I read, and I color, and I do homework, and I listen to music, and I go to work, and I go to class, and I play with two of my favorite guys, and I watch movies, and I watch t.v. shows, and I walk, and I take pictures.
It's just all a waiting game. This whole thing is a game and it only ends when we don't want to play anymore. Some days I feel like that little brat who keeps getting tagged or found or tackled and I want to take my ball and just go home.
Just gotta flip the record and wait....
Maybe instead of taking the ball you just roll over and watch the clouds while you get dog piled. They have to get off of you eventually, right?
Why can't you see what I'm not saying?
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