For the longest time, I've been one of those late night people. I find myself staying up until 5AM waiting.
Waiting for what? I'm not sure exactly.
I'm waiting for something to happen. We usually spend eight years of our lives dreaming. Maybe I'm just making up for that lost time.
Maybe I'm holding out for that one great thing that will change my life. And all this time, it's the same thing over and over again. I get tired to the point when I can't even look at the screen anymore. I let my IM on, just in case someone will IM me with that one great something. And I sit in bed playing back my day, and wondering what the next day, week, month, or year will hold for me.
I sit in bed and I think. I think. I think too much. Think about a lot of nothing like "What If's" and "I Should'ves". There's no point thinking about those really, considering we can't change what's been done.
I think... What if I stuck it out in pre-med? What if I didn't pledge into a fraternity? I should've kissed the girl. I should've kissed the girl.
But you didn't. Stop bitching. Suck it up. Life goes on, with or without you.
My friend had this one quote up...
"There's no such thing as the biggest mistake of your llife is a pretty resilient thing."
Hmm, so if I do miss that one great thign that will change my life, my life still goes on, right? Right?
Geez, I'm tired of thinking. Tired of second-guessing myself. Ugh! Stop being so dramatic. I think so much, I make Rodin's masterpiece look like a Ziggy mug. Just flip a coin. Heads you sleep. Tails your up waiting for that one great something...
... ... ... heads.
Hmm, best two out of three?
Waiting for what? I'm not sure exactly.
I'm waiting for something to happen. We usually spend eight years of our lives dreaming. Maybe I'm just making up for that lost time.
Maybe I'm holding out for that one great thing that will change my life. And all this time, it's the same thing over and over again. I get tired to the point when I can't even look at the screen anymore. I let my IM on, just in case someone will IM me with that one great something. And I sit in bed playing back my day, and wondering what the next day, week, month, or year will hold for me.
I sit in bed and I think. I think. I think too much. Think about a lot of nothing like "What If's" and "I Should'ves". There's no point thinking about those really, considering we can't change what's been done.
I think... What if I stuck it out in pre-med? What if I didn't pledge into a fraternity? I should've kissed the girl. I should've kissed the girl.
But you didn't. Stop bitching. Suck it up. Life goes on, with or without you.
My friend had this one quote up...
"There's no such thing as the biggest mistake of your llife is a pretty resilient thing."
Hmm, so if I do miss that one great thign that will change my life, my life still goes on, right? Right?
Geez, I'm tired of thinking. Tired of second-guessing myself. Ugh! Stop being so dramatic. I think so much, I make Rodin's masterpiece look like a Ziggy mug. Just flip a coin. Heads you sleep. Tails your up waiting for that one great something...
... ... ... heads.
Hmm, best two out of three?
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