Hey.

Tuesday 7th September, 2010 - 12:18am with 0 comments

Hey…

Sorry for being pooped up tonight.

Sorry for worrying about you. I just do. When you’re not in a good mood it makes me inclined to feel the same way. I’m not asking for sympathy. I just hate people to think I’m copying them to get attention. I feel like I tread in cold water a lot of time with this shit.

I’m in a bad mood. It’s just that time is… never enough for anything. I hate thinking I’m selfish even though I probably just am, wishing there was more time in the world for everything. I wish we didn’t have to go on every day sleeping when we have to, eating, blah… I wish we could just get things finished.

I hate leaving things unfinished. I just don’t like being disrupted or caught in the middle of doing something. Especially when that distraction wasn’t initiated by yours truly.

Yeah, I totally wish there was more time in the world. More time to be with you, too.

Yours,

Georgina

Posted on: Tuesday, September 7th, 2010 at 12:18 am
Categories: Contemplation
Tags: letters · self · time
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