little•freddie's•journal

shit. i just finished reading the hunger games trilogy  and i feel like i have nothing to do w my life. let me just say this: the books were amazing. third one was my super favorite. i laughed, cried, had -omg- moments and went on awesome (mental) adventures. peeta has stolen my heart forever. anyways, that’s not what i came to talk about. north vs south. i’m having this inner [& outer] battle w myself between these two poles. north’s good because it’s not hot like the south but, at the same time, the south’s cozier and more welcoming. north is much more casual and busier when in the city. not willing to give up it’s game. while south is laid back and more willing to give up some of the craziness. my problem is that i like both poles. north for when i’m craving a cooler environment and south for when i feel like relaxing. but i know -and this stresses me- that i’ll eventually have to choose, unless i wanna keep living on the extremes. going back and forward. i don’t want that but i don’t feel prepared to let one of them go just yet.