"I always make out and get along"
New Year's eve: stupid shit. I had fun. For 2 seconds and the rest of the shit was meaningless and I sure as hell won't remember it through the years. I wanted to spend it with my family but decided to go out. Mistake. Bad decisions were made. I've decided that I am rapidly becoming a rather anti-social individual. I have no interest whatsoever in taking care of anyone ever again, or committing to anything EVER. And I am disappointed in my generation, I don't know why, it's not like I'm any different.
Evan: What are you doing the day before New Year's?
Me: Spending time with my family. My mom's back in town.
Evan: That's lame...
Me: It's sad that you think that. Bye.
My family's the best thing in my life and I have no fucking clue how I'm going to college somewhere other than an hour away. I guess it may be easier if we weren't so close. I could just leave and be happy to finally be free. I dated a boy once who didn't have any family he could ever depend on. To me that would be the worst thing in the world.
I have too many essays to write and I cannot organize my thoughts...kinda obvious if you read any of the shit I've written. Lord, I'm tired. Of partying and waking up the next morning asking myself "whats the point?" And making promises and resolutions I can't keep. And my mom being away 3/4 of the month. And fucking thinking about the stupidest shit in the world, including people who don't matter and things that are much too shallow. I give up.
I want to talk to Elli forever.
I want to read too many books and apply to too many schools.
I want the lovely beaches of California for spring break.
I want to see everything and meet everyone.
I want to go back in time and have some conversations with my dad.
Evan: What are you doing the day before New Year's?
Me: Spending time with my family. My mom's back in town.
Evan: That's lame...
Me: It's sad that you think that. Bye.
My family's the best thing in my life and I have no fucking clue how I'm going to college somewhere other than an hour away. I guess it may be easier if we weren't so close. I could just leave and be happy to finally be free. I dated a boy once who didn't have any family he could ever depend on. To me that would be the worst thing in the world.
I have too many essays to write and I cannot organize my thoughts...kinda obvious if you read any of the shit I've written. Lord, I'm tired. Of partying and waking up the next morning asking myself "whats the point?" And making promises and resolutions I can't keep. And my mom being away 3/4 of the month. And fucking thinking about the stupidest shit in the world, including people who don't matter and things that are much too shallow. I give up.
I want to talk to Elli forever.
I want to read too many books and apply to too many schools.
I want the lovely beaches of California for spring break.
I want to see everything and meet everyone.
I want to go back in time and have some conversations with my dad.