Do you ever feel empty inside?
I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes
Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear
'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
~Of Monsters and Men, Little Talks
Not much happened since I published my last set. Is that kind of sad? It's been a slow day. I practiced my solo and semi-spied on some freshmen when I studied at the library. No, really, I got work done! I feel like I should be moving, but it's dark outside already and so strange to do in our smallish house when I'm not home alone. Maybe someone will go for a walk with me? I doubt it, my usual walking partner, mi madre, is gone to work. My parents say I should get a job. I don't want a job. I want school to be my job and summer to be my break, my relaxation. I have a feeling those times are ending.
~_-_~_-Hold on to your hats-_~_-_~