Writing

I've found that in my recent adventure in this thing called college and working that I seem to have no time at all for the things that I once enjoyed...I remember a time when I couldn't wait to just sit down and write something that I felt emotionly connected to. I have let my people down...even if they are in my head I can feel them wanting to break out and have their story told and I'm just only allowed to sit here and listen to their tears as they go unread and unrealized by others. I miss my friends and hanging out until it no longer is the day that we started at...I miss not caring about anything...I miss summer when I didn't have to worry about anything except the few days that I had to show up to work...but most of all...I miss sleep. The warm comfort of my blankets...they creepy dreams that flow in and out of my range of view...the cool fan that keeps me content...I want my life the way it is during summer, but I know that doing this will help make my dreams come true for the future, not just for the moment...and that's what keeps me going even though I just want to sit in a corner and cry to my heart's content...I love talking, but just as long as you don't look at me or make your presence known. ^-^