leather heart
It took one week to travel polar opposites.
The week started bad. there was a stray dog out front, pure bred Irish setter with a shirt wrapped around his paw, underfed. Me and my mom took him to the humane society, but on the car ride over he gave up in my arms. My grandmom is in the stroke unit at Nazareth, but my mom keeps telling me she only broke an arm. I'm not sure if my mom can cope with losing her parents like this. Pete's house was raided, and the cops are letting him drop names to have the charges dropped. so, hes a walking corpse.
Friday happened either way, warm weather settled in as quick as it left. just as it's always been.
familiarity keeps me calm and routine will both ruin and save my young life.
The weekend was good, 4/20 defined it. We ran into some chill crowd in the woods, everybody smoked and everything was good. Saturday was my birthday, I turned 19 and my mom made strawberry cupcakes for me. Reef was at the troc later that night, can't even describe it.
I'm overwhelmed. I don't know if I can do it all alone.
I'm 19, creeping up on two decades I feel ancient.
It's monday, then it's friday. I'm sore and tasteless. The work week kills me. I get home at 5:00, log into classes until around 8:30. get assignments done, practice. A first draft of a portfolio is due in 15 days, which will be presented to a couple hundred students, employers and faculty. The average age for people in my class is mid 30's. I just replaced the 28 year old stock guy at work, and my last job I was the youngest by 15 years.
I don't feel like an adult. I'm not treated like an adult.
I don't want this any longer, I want to be a kid. I'm missing out. I want to be reckless, I want to fall in love again and again.
I don't think I can keep up anymore, my best just isn't good enough. I give it my all and nothing happens.
The week started bad. there was a stray dog out front, pure bred Irish setter with a shirt wrapped around his paw, underfed. Me and my mom took him to the humane society, but on the car ride over he gave up in my arms. My grandmom is in the stroke unit at Nazareth, but my mom keeps telling me she only broke an arm. I'm not sure if my mom can cope with losing her parents like this. Pete's house was raided, and the cops are letting him drop names to have the charges dropped. so, hes a walking corpse.
Friday happened either way, warm weather settled in as quick as it left. just as it's always been.
familiarity keeps me calm and routine will both ruin and save my young life.
The weekend was good, 4/20 defined it. We ran into some chill crowd in the woods, everybody smoked and everything was good. Saturday was my birthday, I turned 19 and my mom made strawberry cupcakes for me. Reef was at the troc later that night, can't even describe it.
I'm overwhelmed. I don't know if I can do it all alone.
I'm 19, creeping up on two decades I feel ancient.
It's monday, then it's friday. I'm sore and tasteless. The work week kills me. I get home at 5:00, log into classes until around 8:30. get assignments done, practice. A first draft of a portfolio is due in 15 days, which will be presented to a couple hundred students, employers and faculty. The average age for people in my class is mid 30's. I just replaced the 28 year old stock guy at work, and my last job I was the youngest by 15 years.
I don't feel like an adult. I'm not treated like an adult.
I don't want this any longer, I want to be a kid. I'm missing out. I want to be reckless, I want to fall in love again and again.
I don't think I can keep up anymore, my best just isn't good enough. I give it my all and nothing happens.