manchester_black

I was born at 7:19 in the morning in a city of 661,783, and now, at the age of twenty three I think I finally understand. The first snow of the year has me longing for fields of snow kissing the sky that is the darkest shade of blue before it becomes black. Perhaps homesickness is something we fall back to when things aren't going out as well as we hoped they would. Maybe it's just the memories of the better things that make people less likely to want to deal with the garbage that life dumps on them. It's the twelfth night of December, and I miss the comfort of home. I want to be able to take a break from this rodent's life I've been living. The trick, when you're in school, is that you've got a timetable to look forward to for things. If things are going bleak, it's only this many days or weeks until exam time is finished, or until the end of semester or whatever. This is probably the first time in my life that I have nothing to look forward to, and it's that more than anything else about my situation that is what worries me. Part of me wants to just take a go and try and make myself a nice little life, and then theres another part of me that just wants to sell of everything I own and walk the earth like some sort of monastic kung-fu ass kicker, but I know enough about myself to know that I won't do either. You know, when I sat down to write this, I had all intentions of writing something better than this bitchfest about the drudgery of my life. Sorry 'bout that.