backyard crowing
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oh, the blahness of houston. it is so apparent...
I miss school.
I miss school, I miss boys, I miss Abby. I miss Austin.
I miss my life.
I miss hills, dry weather, and my neighbors. I miss the freedom of not having parents.
I miss my own room. I miss my own choices. I miss being able to think my thoughts without people stepping all over them. I miss the reasonableness and logic that comes from the mouths of my professors.
I miss studying, sometimes.
I miss learning new words, and then using them. I miss feeling smart.
I miss feeling necessary.
I miss feeling like I�m more than just a sandwich maker.
I miss sleep, and I miss not sleeping.
I miss the college kind of stress. I miss my social life.
I have zero social life in Houston. I don�t want to see my old friends, I want to make new ones. But new ones take a heaping load of effort, and they�ll only be ripped away from me when I leave again. I would still be happy to make them, though.
I believe it is �better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,� as the saying goes.
Houston is not a friendly place for me. It feels desolate.
5:18 am - sunday, Jul. 15, 2007
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