is it strange that i feel like i'm waiting to see which plane i'm going to fly on? or rather, which place the plane will take me to. I am in waiting. Not a very clever analogy, really. College is a'comin and acceptance letters or nonacceptance letters are being anticipated. I don't care if a college rejects me, because i seem to be quite conveniently nonchalant about that. I just want a place to take me. My next life unravels from that point on, so an acceptance letter will just be like a ticket to fly.
I still have to get over the last bit of highschool. It's like eating the rest of your vegetables, if you hate vegetables. If you love veget