Sometimes

I am often alone in my head, which can be helpful for some situations, but others not so much. As I wonder the worlds that exist in that space I find events and thoughts that are hilarious, or maybe just ridiculous. Either way, I wish I had the skill to emerge those thoughts and bring them to text, maybe to bring a different, if not interesting, view out to the world. But alas I don't have the time or the wit. Maybe one day I'll interest myself in journalism.

A lot has gone on these past few months, but in reality not much has. The days pass without number and they streamline into failing grades. Often it leaves me feeling hopeless and friendless. I wish I had friends to do all the things I do, but I don't. Just often wishing by myself. So is it me or them?