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and so she sits alone
;; Her long flowing hair was wrapped up into a messy bun sitting on top of her head, a bright yellow flower placed right in the center. She sat in her room, her lap-top and brand new books spread out in front of her. Wow, so this is it? . Her tiny hands moved over the smooth, new book covers. She heaved a sigh, and placed her hands on the keyboard instead ;;
I miss home like crazy. I just don't...I can't even explain how much. I've become completely anti-social, minus meeting Lucca the other day, simply because he seemed approachable. I'm so unlike everyone here. They are beautiful, smart, and outgoing, and I'm shy and withdrawn..a book worm, no partyanimal here. It was like this in highschool too, but at least I had the ocean to turn to, you always had a friend. I sound cheesy don't I? A little odd perhaps? But trust me, the ocean is like a companion. It can soothe you, bring out the best in you, it makes you relax. There is nothing like grabbing that surfboard, with some big flower in your hair, a grin on your face, and the feel of that cool water lapping at your feet. The ocean will never turn you down, or laugh at you. The ocean is always there, and the ocean will always be your friend. I miss that friend a lot. Surprisingly..;; she smirked, moving a strand piece of hair in her eyes ;; there are not a lot of oceans, or friends to have so far in Vermont. Oh well. I guess I'll get used to it. Who am I to complain anyways? I'm attending Dover Uni, one of the best schools in the upper 48, I should feel blessed....
so why is it I feel so alone?
;; she sighed again, her hand moving the mouse towards the update journal button, clicking it softly. She shut her lap-top, pushing it to the side as she began to stack up her books. She hummed softly to herself, as she looked around her empty room, determined to make some sort of change ;;
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