You know,

In life when you're rushed, all you're left with to say is: "we need more time."

which is oh so, very true.
you just wish there was more time to enjoy things, to savor the moment, to create tons of possibilites in that time frame. that time frame that says the day is over. and a new one starts tomorrow.

why can't days be endless? then time can just keep going. yes time is forever in the big picture. but we see time limits everyday. because we have school, jobs, events, sleep, and they make those limits.
too bad there arent rules, so we could just do whatever.

like right now, i have an essay due tomorrow at 2:50 p.m.
and i feel rushed, and in my mind, all i'm saying is, i wish there was more time. but i have practice in an hour or so, then ill come home at like 7 or 8. and then ill be rushed to cram this essay and type bullshit answers and probably cant even get to 7/8 pages in a matter of a couple hours and being able to get enough sleep. ahh the stress it can do to a body.

and all im stuck left to say is: i wish there was more time.

i wish i could write better and hella good. that way, this essay wouldnt be a problem.

and sorry to readers who come across my blog, sorry if it just sounds like complaints, i dont mean to, but i guess that's what venting is, right? when you vent, theres something wrong or bothering you.

im gonna start trying to blog about ponderous things now.
im determined.
im looking at life with a lot of determinations now. especially with careers/jobs and where i wanna be, and how i wanna be with my boyfriend.
gotta create morals yo.

i wanna fall in love. will you catch me, when i fall?
<3

god, thank you for everything. keep that wish of mine in thought, please? i'm scared.