
a lot of melancholy I'm feeling.
I keep reminding myself that this is my life, this is it. I need to analyze every aspect of my life for what it is, what I might be missing or taking for granted, or what I will someday miss. I am so unsettled, although I don't ever remember being fully content. There's always been something on the other side of the hill. It's a lot of procrastination, fear of the unknown.
I supposed I could collect my books and get on back to school.
Or steal my Daddy's cue and make a living outta playing pool.