midnight ramblings.



A couple of nights ago this girl who is about to graduate from UL in journalism came over to my house. When asked what she wants to do with her major, she responded back with, "Well I want to make the world better with my writing."

I saw me in her. If you have passion for what you do, you've got it made. Sometimes its good to be a little conceded in your career. It makes you believe in yourself and gives you that drive to go out and show people.

I always loved that journalism slogan, "dont tell me show me." It's a support to actions speak louder than words.

My schedule is controlling my nature. Everything feels off and out of place. Hours like these make you feel so detached that you almost crave long lines or traffic just to see people. Tonight I counted the people in the office at 8 p.m. Five people.

I hate the hope inside of me sometimes. It's not good when you have hope in a hopeless situation. I'm learning to suppress the possibility and deal with the reality. I have to force myself to be pessimistic sometimes to keep the optimist happy.

swallowed in the sea.

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