Well, it's tomorrow. And I'm no different from who I was yesterday. I'm still the same old me, the me I've been since I can remember.
No, I don't change.
Do you?
Will you be someone else tomorrow? On my way home, maybe I'll drop in and check.
But I wouldn't count on it. Because I'll still be me. And sometimes, I forget.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Today, I won't reply to your messages. I won't pick up the phone when you call. Today, I'll forget to say I love you, and I won't remember that I should, in case I don't get a chance to tell you tomorrow.
Today, I'll pretend I don't have a future. I'll pretend that forever is just a word. That there is no tomorrow, no next Saturday, no next month. Today, I'll eat all the chocolate I've been saving for a bad day, even though I know things could be worse.
Today I'll be selfish and take a bubble bath, even though you are alone and want company. Today, I'll eat the last piece of pizza even though I know I should save it for you.
But that's just who I am today.
Tomorrow?
If you're still here tomorrow, I'll try to be different. For you.
Today, I'll pretend I don't have a future. I'll pretend that forever is just a word. That there is no tomorrow, no next Saturday, no next month. Today, I'll eat all the chocolate I've been saving for a bad day, even though I know things could be worse.
Today I'll be selfish and take a bubble bath, even though you are alone and want company. Today, I'll eat the last piece of pizza even though I know I should save it for you.
But that's just who I am today.
Tomorrow?
If you're still here tomorrow, I'll try to be different. For you.
College is driving me crazy. And I'm not even there yet. Do these essays ever end? Well, of course they do. Otherwise when would the letters of recommendation start (not that anyone's too keen to recommend me, if you want my opinion)? You want anything else? A list of books I read over the past year? Oh yes, I have it right here with my pressed flowers and library bills, along with every other absolutely useless piece of garbage that I keep. A letter from my employer? Sure, he'll be only too happy write one. Especially since I had a crush on his son and never went back after my holidays last October. You can't have expected me to. I have a life.
College administrators clearly have a hard time understanding this. They, of course have no way of knowing senior year is the last year you get to spend with your friends. How do they know you're loth to spend your last days of so called childhood behind the counter at a drug store? They were never teenagers, they never had lives.
College administrators clearly have a hard time understanding this. They, of course have no way of knowing senior year is the last year you get to spend with your friends. How do they know you're loth to spend your last days of so called childhood behind the counter at a drug store? They were never teenagers, they never had lives.
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