It is Tuesday.
I have two more days until I return to me home in the lovely town of Ancaster.
I often wonder if I am the only one that realized that music is more that just noisy art form. I think it has a life of it's own. Perhaps I am insane.
I have a girlfriend now. I am not sure what that means. I cannot wait to see her again. In four days that dream will come true.
It is like I am on the peripherals of something excellent. I am not quite caught in the grandeur of it all.
I find myself thinking about those friends that I have not seen in a while. I hope they are okay. It pains me to not know for sure.
I am already fretting about next semester. I want to tell my mind to 'screw off' but that is impossible. I need it after all.
I am not sure what I am babbling about or if anyone even reads this. I want some attention. I feel lonely. Is that so terrible to admit to?
I hope I am not alone in this...
