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the terror and wonder of it....
life. without kid gloves or knit gloves or rubber gloves.
no wonder I never really felt it before.
hey--tomarrow, 8:30 in the morning. my first real job interview.
need I tell you I am scared?
because this one needs to pay the bills, this one needs to pay the rent,
this one needs to pay my grocer, this one needs to fill my savings
account...
for someday, there might be the art school. some day, there might be
college again. some day, there might be England or Ireland...
I did not expect my parents to suddenly inform me I could not attend
college for the my spring semester of my sophmore year. or to tell me I
cannot move back home.
and every time you turn around, you realise the limitations are closer,
and yet the world has gotten larger.
am I quoting cliche's? I am most apologetic. you know I hate them
myself...
in irony and truth, I have found many of your addresses to become
familiar faces. I have much enjoyed sprawling words into this digest
periodically, and wondering what you would make of my ponderings.
even the ones peppered with ain't, yup, and periodical slang.
so, I guess I am asking for prayers, to anybody out there that might
give a damn. not advice. no more words.
I didn't think I could loose everything in a week.
and I keep forgetting what I have.
yeah. I'm eighteen. we don't know a lot at this age.
okay. done now.
Lindsey Godlove.
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