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| Nobody ever had a dream round here, but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Nobody ever pulls the seams round here, but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me I've got this energy beneath my feet like something underground's gonna come up and carry me, I've got this sentimental heart that beats but I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me now Why do you waste my time? Is the answer to the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges so scared of what they'll find But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home, every now and then... tomorrow i move back to grafton. Since August, the longest that i have been home at once has been 2 weeks. I do not want to leave Brooklyn. My life is here now, my friends are here. I'm so sad to be leaving it, i really am. I am in love with my life here. I am leaving my internship at an amazing design company in the industry in which i am entering to go scoop ice cream in the middle of nowhere. let's put things in perspective, here. Donni is gone, i love her. I have learned so much from her, I really have. She has taught me so much about life, were such different people and it worked so well. She just told me that i was like a sister, i was always there. I am going to be so full of creativity from being away for a year, i am going to get so much done in these 3 1/2 months, start my collection, draw, paint, be with friends, BE MYSELF, don't care what ANYBODY thinks. I know who i am and who i need to be. I need to finish this paper and i will be done with my first year at college. 3 years left and i am in the real world. pratt 2010, here i come. ! L O V E ! | ||||||||
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