hey, hey. It's my birthday.
so...
I'm 19
and thinking.
I'm going all across the board on this:
Every year I don't think about my birthday and I'm not concerned about it, and the people around me are. People love me and I forget that most of the time.
Elyse showered me with gifts such as boxers (which I was in dire need of) and ALL OF THE ROCKY MOVIESSS!!!! (FUCK YES!)
My friends give me texts and wish me happy birthday.
My lil brother who I barely ever talk to, but don't really need to, called me tonight at 12:01 and wished me happy birthday, while my good pal' John Gionet told me that my brother and him were playing beer pong against some Portugese kids? (brian also sent me a text saying that he and Gionet are sharing a bed tonight? oh beach week...)
I just think about last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and etc., etc.
music, people, places.
constant motion.
With a year in review I came up with this:
I'm passionate, and people don't understand that. It's all good, I probably don't understand the thought process of more than half the people I know, even those that I've known for more than half my life. I DO always, ALWAYS, have the best intentions, it's just when people put themselves upon pedestals of intelligence, experience and music, how can one NOT be annoyed when you're acting upon nothing but an open mind and you deal with close minded show off-wannabes. That's where my anger stems from, and my anger is my weakness. But most of the time my anger has logical reasoning.
One of my friends grandfather may pass.
One of them I haven't seen in over a year and I haven't kept in contact with.
Some of my friends still don't know what makes me, me.... or maybe I just never got the point across.
One of my friends who I've known since preschool is going through a hard time. I hate it when the people I care so deeply about are hurt.
One of my friends who I haven't known for too long is going to go through a rough time and it makes me sad. I don't know how they do it... honestly.
Another year of love and hate; a little less hate.
I've realized that I don't know shit, and I'm cool with that. I'm here to learn.
No philosophical bullshit; it is what it is and that's all it will ever be.
I'm 19
and thinking.
I'm going all across the board on this:
Every year I don't think about my birthday and I'm not concerned about it, and the people around me are. People love me and I forget that most of the time.
Elyse showered me with gifts such as boxers (which I was in dire need of) and ALL OF THE ROCKY MOVIESSS!!!! (FUCK YES!)
My friends give me texts and wish me happy birthday.
My lil brother who I barely ever talk to, but don't really need to, called me tonight at 12:01 and wished me happy birthday, while my good pal' John Gionet told me that my brother and him were playing beer pong against some Portugese kids? (brian also sent me a text saying that he and Gionet are sharing a bed tonight? oh beach week...)
I just think about last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and etc., etc.
music, people, places.
constant motion.
With a year in review I came up with this:
I'm passionate, and people don't understand that. It's all good, I probably don't understand the thought process of more than half the people I know, even those that I've known for more than half my life. I DO always, ALWAYS, have the best intentions, it's just when people put themselves upon pedestals of intelligence, experience and music, how can one NOT be annoyed when you're acting upon nothing but an open mind and you deal with close minded show off-wannabes. That's where my anger stems from, and my anger is my weakness. But most of the time my anger has logical reasoning.
One of my friends grandfather may pass.
One of them I haven't seen in over a year and I haven't kept in contact with.
Some of my friends still don't know what makes me, me.... or maybe I just never got the point across.
One of my friends who I've known since preschool is going through a hard time. I hate it when the people I care so deeply about are hurt.
One of my friends who I haven't known for too long is going to go through a rough time and it makes me sad. I don't know how they do it... honestly.
Another year of love and hate; a little less hate.
I've realized that I don't know shit, and I'm cool with that. I'm here to learn.
No philosophical bullshit; it is what it is and that's all it will ever be.