how much I really hate DC
until the drive home
from an amazing week in the south.
I saw so little
of what I really wanted to.
Which just means I'll have to go back,
and stay a while.
I'm thrown back into school,
with more excitement
for friends' projects
than my own.
I guess it doesn't help
when I have six people
telling me six different things...
making me wish
I wasn't so easily swayed.
And now after what I thought was a solid plan,
I'm right back where I started.
With no idea what I'm doing.
Yet again.
