Two Hairs, One Chin.

One thing that i already love about my second semester in college is that i know at least a couple of people in each of my classes, except my creative writing class. And surprisingly, none of them are my brothers.

I've come to the conclusion that Abigail is going to be the person that gets me through management. That class is going to be a pain. Needless to say, Dodson fucked me over in high school, and now i'm totally lost in that class. Most of you are probably confused. Well, it's a management class. However, it's a business communication class. Therefore we learn about proper business etiquette and grammar. Yay. And seeing that Abi got a 35 in the English portion of the ACT when she was in high school and like a 34 or something overall, she's going to be helping me a lot. Thank you sorority girls.

Creative writing is going to be very very very interesting. I can already tell i'm going to be tested in that class. It's a poetry class, and there are a lot of new things i'm going to have to try. I'm fine with it; it'll broaden my horizons. And now i'll finally know if i'm actually good or if it was just in my head the whole time. To top it off, i sat in between two very cute girls. One that lives in my dorm hall, and the other is a creative writing major. After this class i thought about it, and i realized that in each of my classes, i sit next to an attractive girl. Motivation to go to class everyday? Yes please.

Speaking of ladies. I've thought about her more than i have in months today. I don't know why. I just have. I keep thinking about the past. What we had. And i can't help but get sad again. I just woke up and couldn't stop. I even had dreams with her in them. Why? Why now? Why a month later, after i had already moved away from the situation and made myself stop thinking about her? I love the girl i fell in love with so much, still. That is what's stopping me from going anywhere. That is what is stopping me from taking any risks. I tried to, with Karalyn. But, god knows what happened there. My walls are up. The only thing inside of them are myself, and the memories.

I said i would stop drinking. But i can't. Not when things are the way they are. And it really sucks. Because my life is actually not too bad. I'm sure there would be plenty of people that would gladly live my life for me. I mean, i should be thankful for the things i have, the opportunities i'm getting, and just how lucky i've been. But when you don't have anyone to share any of that with, it doesn't mean as much. When the person you accomplished all of this for suddenly disappears, you don't feel as proud of it. In fact, you don't feel proud at all. It just becomes another part in your everyday routine.

I found yet another white hair on my beard. That takes the count to two. Awesome.

Song of the day:

This Love, This Hate by Hollywood Undead