Sometimes the tears just keep falling
And they roll down your face
And you just can’t stop them
And you just think about everything
And let those emotions come out
And you just can’t stop those tears
It’s something you can’t control
And they just keep rolling down your face
Those tears just keep falling
You know when you a get a text from someone and it just makes you feel happy and you blush, but all happy and kinda giggly. Where you want to just hide your face down in your shirt, because you don’t want anyone else to see how it makes you feel. That feeling. That’s the one feeling that I love.
Sometimes, no a lot of the time, I hate how I react to things. Things that upset me, I get mad but as soon as someone apologizes, I retrace my steps and act like it’s no big deal. Basically, I’m a pushover. I hate how I keep doing it, but I can’t help it, I keep doing it again and again and again. Not that many people have actually seen me angry and even if I were angry at someone, I bet they could get me to feel bad for them within a few days. I’m quick to forget how angry I am at someone. I can hide it, a lot of the time. It’s just something I wish I could change, but I can’t. I guess that’s life.
Ever since being back in the Zoo, I’ve been confused about a lot of things. And I guess most of it stems from all the things that have changed since when I was last here.
I almost feel like I don’t know who some of friends are anymore. I don’t know if I should try and make an effort or not, because they haven’t. Or if it’s my fault because I haven’t made an effort either. I don’t know, it’s difficult.
It’s just hard feeling like people who I was really close with last year are gone. Like I don’t have them anymore and feeling like I can’t get them back.
I don’t know if I’m ready to start Spring Quarter anymore, it almost seems more than I can handle. And I don’t know if it’s just me feeling sorry for myself or if I actually am losing some of those people.
It’s all just confusing and I’m not sure how to even begin to figure it all out.
In the end, it’s just
The Capital. #washingtondc
Statue of Rosa Parks, in the old Hall of Representatives.
More of the Rotunda.