Footprints in the Sand

Foot prints in the sand.

Mood: Confused, lazy, bogged down.

Music: Closing Time - Semisonic / Dreaming of you - Coral

Impressions. First impressions. Second impressions. Three thousandth impressions. They can all be wrong, can’t they? I mean, our interpretations of people are always changing whilst we’re around them. For example, I always thought this girl… Kim, was an amazing person, she was always bubbly and happy and then she just changed into a bitch. Then there’s John, who I thought was a bit of a... well… I dunno, just not my type of guy, and then we end up actually being pretty good friends now. Then there’s this older guy I know, I’ve known him since year 7. He’s been like a mentor since then, and I’ve had this crush on him that came and went and came and went; and I just thought he was a really great guy. But recently, he’s been offending me. Over little things. I’m being pathetic I know… but still. Like today, I was talking to him and another person and we split our different ways, and they went off together. I said bye, and the other person made the point of saying see ya later and he didn’t even look back at me. It’s just the fact he defiantly heard that we were going different ways, and didn’t say goodbye. Why is that such a big thing for me?
Today wasn’t amazing. I have so much stuff going on that requires attention and effort, that I don’t have the time or energy to give to them.
NaNoWriMo. I have 3 days left, and 5,000 odd words to write. I just can’t be bothered.
Lord of the Flies. It’s not as bad as it could be, or we think it is, but it’s still depressing.
Fake friends. Their just not worth it.
A good percentage of the people I care about. Why do I bother.