It seems as though I haven't much to say, but I'll try.
I'm barely able to wake myself, although I've been suffering from a terrible, indescribable nightmare, such as every night for the past two weeks. I wonder, what is it that beckons these demons into the chambers of my mind? It is by my own hand?
My stomach is still burned from Friday's trip to the beach and I wince as my shirt goes over my head, shivering from the chill spring dawn. Yet I can smile to myself, enjoying the sunbathed room.
School never matters too much for me. In all honesty I couldn't care less about my grades. I care for my friends, and that's the extent of the situation. This reflects clearly on my tanned visage the moment I cross the barrier of the outside world into one of more tightly bound rules and less freedom. Yet, it seems there is some source of happiness.Of course there must be, since school is the only place in which I can see my friends. Otherwise I am banned from such. I haven't quite figured out why, for my friends are truly good.
I'm distracted today. Not one part of myself is paying heed to art critique. Instead, I observe the feeble green leaves on the trees, newly birthed from spring. It seems so strange what winter is over, for how can it be? While experiencing the cold and snow, and constant gray it seemed a lifetime, but now that I see the trees and the maturing grass, I ask myself what I've missed, for surely I've missed something.
My memories are imprinted with the birth of warm weather, the certain smell of mud mixed with sunshine, and the singing of water as it flows into brooks and creeks. I feel as though I experienced nothing of that this year. Where Have I been? It is strange, but I'm not bother.
I go through the day with the same carefree happiness as the day before, and last week. I can happily say that I've found a place, and I want it to last. I would describe the rest of my day, but it's late, and happiness is boring. I cannot pour my heart out unless it's fiction or I'm upset haha :P