Generic Blue Skies and Crazy Wild Eyes
As such is the life of Kial that all are absolutly desperate to hear what is happening in his busy, busy life: Not one person that i've been in contact with for the last few years gives a damn. Happy fucking birthday kial, your best friend won't speak to you, happy fucking birthday kial, you're not going to college to make a better life for yourself, happy fucking birthday kial and by the way get out of our fucking house and find someone else to complain to.
Not a huge suprise, I'm a dick anyways. Years went by and everyone around us said, "The future is yours, you'll go to college and live out your dreams." Being let down so fast from such a high expectation is a killer. I'm going to be moving, out of state. Most likely I'll be leaving sometime after december, but it all depends on how much money I can save up. I'm moving because: I'm too bitter and mean-spirited for this state, I don't have people that care about me here, I'm never happy, and lastly I don't want to get trapped here. Maybe I'll end up owning an island, or a cardboard box in an ally; I don't care as long as I'm happy.
Gaze deep and gently,
The world is not ours to take;
The reality we love, fake.
No one dreams of things to make,
only things to take,
things to break,
hearts to ache.
never the less,
we're all obsessed,
with generic blue skies
and crazy wild eyes
Not a huge suprise, I'm a dick anyways. Years went by and everyone around us said, "The future is yours, you'll go to college and live out your dreams." Being let down so fast from such a high expectation is a killer. I'm going to be moving, out of state. Most likely I'll be leaving sometime after december, but it all depends on how much money I can save up. I'm moving because: I'm too bitter and mean-spirited for this state, I don't have people that care about me here, I'm never happy, and lastly I don't want to get trapped here. Maybe I'll end up owning an island, or a cardboard box in an ally; I don't care as long as I'm happy.
Gaze deep and gently,
The world is not ours to take;
The reality we love, fake.
No one dreams of things to make,
only things to take,
things to break,
hearts to ache.
never the less,
we're all obsessed,
with generic blue skies
and crazy wild eyes