so yea
there was this one time when i was sitting in my room for the last time...my room that i've had for 18 years....in my house that i've lived in for 18 years....on the street i've lived on for 18 years....i'm 18 years old. this is what i've got....thanksgiving will be in a new house. my basement won't stink anymore....i won't have a neighbors house to piss on....my fire pit is gone, heart stone and all. the swing set my dad built years ago isn't mine anymore...i don't have the house anymore. in a matter of hours this house is dead. my phone number won't end in 5942 anymore. we've got nowhere to go. my room is empty, my walls are white, pictures are down, i'm living in boxes right now...soon i'll move into a larger box known as a single as my mom moves into a bigger box known as a ranch. i hate boxes. why couldn't i get a little longer? why couldn't i say goodbye for school and then come home at least once? why do i have to say goodbye to everything all at once?andrew knows what it's like. party month is dead motherfucks. who knew walls could mean so much?
-chris
-chris