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My dreams are filled with growing things and sweltering heat. Buckets of beans and sunburn.
School is so far from where I want to be right now.
I feel really guilty for taking so few hours after I dropped my western civ class...but the break is so welcome.
I cannot wait for the summer, my apartment, and the farm. FARM FARM FARM.
There was a point when I would close my eyes and bliss out to bean vines and blooms, totally immersed in the traveling vines. This is so far from where I AM RIGHT NOW.
There's more than that. I'm so fucking worried about everything. But if I were farming, I'd have my release and my anxiety attacks would sink into the aggregates and compost and fucking...worms. I miss it so unbelievably bad. I can't see myself doing anything else. This is a great comfort to know that my choice is the right choice. BUT so many obstacles.
Drunkenly yours,
Miz.
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Thanks for the response, by the way. We ASFAites gotta stick together.
As far as getting laid goes, I was simply poking fun at my own recent chauvinism/selfishness that has taken hold of my sexuality for over a year now. Addiction fucking sucks, but I'm a total sucker for instant gratification. Sometimes I just wanna live a clean lifestyle and never touch a substance again and other times I just wanna lock myself in my room and make the world outside melt away.
Anyway... I'll go ahead and /rant.
Don't let go of that feeling, (knowing what you want to do with your life) its a lot harder for most people to find it.