that i have class, i have a one hour break in between. none of my friends do and in the beginning i was reluctant to find a seat in the library by myself and study and be quiet everyday - i don’t normally do that. but as the weeks have progressed and my life is getting disgustingly busy and stressful, (getting a new car, losing all our furniture and coming up with new taxes since i did mine wrong, keeping up with volleyball lessons and homework and Hollister, finding time to spend with my creator), there is nothing i look forward to more than that empty hour in the library. i can just sit there, i can draw, i can pray, i can think, i can just have that time - i can spend it like money. sometimes i’ll sit there and pray for all the people in that room. sometimes i’ll check my email and feel like a business executive and reply promptly. sometimes i’ll use the time to discover more music. sometimes i’ll actually do homework. sometimes i’ll stare at the people walking by and at rare times they’ll stare back and it’s weird but alright since i usually have headphones on. but sometimes i don’t. and i like to just listen to the quiet room that we’re all sitting in. it’s funny to think how many thoughts are going on in this small room with 30 people in it, yet there’s the silence that endures my hour i sit here. sometimes i’ll sit and stress and by the end of the hour i’ve done my psychological-anxiety-exercises and i’ll feel better. sometimes i write out my goals and sometimes i smile at the homeless people that sit down and look guilty - i try to give them a look that says “i dont mind if you sit near me ” as opposed to the regular that they receive. if i was homeless i would want to sit in a place filled with warm learning and young people. i wish i could always be in here, some days.