Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Acid Rain

The entire point, I thought, was i didn't want to be forgotten.

The trees shivered under my touch and the clouds started the long ride down the mountain. I turned around and looked directly at the sun, breathing in the warm scent.

What if i never see this again?
What if she never wakes up?
What if i am forgotten?

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Film school...

I hate film school.

Well, no, don't get me wrong... I love being here, doing the things we do. I suppose the proper phrase to use would be 'I hate GOING to this kind of thing because i end up making friends and feeling like i have a family and then i have to leave a week later.'

And it again leaves me afraid i'll be alone.

I'm trying to deny myself what i'm feeling, truly, which doesn't work and now the girl i think i like things i'm wierd, most likely.. Mhm, i junked it up again.
Whatever, last day, Scout tells that girl how she feels, no matter what, because... Well, there's no harm that can come of it.

So i guess Friday night. Wow, that's tomorrow.