Overly Traumatic, Sas
So yeah, let's speak hypothetically....
Hypothetically, if I was mature, and growing up... I mean really growing up... I probably wouldn't say things like "man I'm coming out of my emo phase.." or "I'm in my awesome mature phase..." In any case I wouldn't set up shop and categories and classify myself into things like that because I'd have grown up and seen that none of that shit really matters, because the day I moved out of my parents house I realized, we're all people working to live. I probably wouldn't be fake and say things like "I'm happy and you suck because you had a bad day..." I probably would think about myself more and tend to my own needs regardless what others think. So I guess I wouldn't brag about things I like in a stereotypical way or anything. But then again, that would only be if I was mature and older.
Hello.
I'm seventeen and still finding my way.
I have better things to say today.
Today I watched two people become one and man, that was awesome. A wedding is something that can't really be topped and should be top priority if anyone has anything to do with them. I mean I've been to some before but, now that I know what love is and stuff like that, it means something more. The reception afterwards was tons of fun, saw a lot of people I haven't seen in a while. I also danced with my mother which was cute. Dad's not much of a dancer so I covered for him. It was nice though. Like when Dan and his mom went up there to dance as groom and mother, I saw that look in my mom's eyes where she thinks about her chance to do it. I told her in two years (jokingly) and she got scared. But yes, my mother is quite the short one I realized that too.
On the ride home I thought about someone a lot, and then I realized that I thought about them the entire day. When you want something really bad and it's so close, but you can't have it- it's the worst feeling alive. Yes, the fence is electric, yes you're going to have to touch it to get to the otherside. If you don't get to the other side the guards will get you. It's kinda like that. But in my world, the fence is imaginary, the other side holds a person, and these guards are a symbol for time and how it beats down on me the longer I stay away from her. I thought a lot today.
Hello.
I'm lost and I can't find my way.
I had a lot more to say about today.
I'll save them for later when we have akward silence.
Hypothetically, if I was mature, and growing up... I mean really growing up... I probably wouldn't say things like "man I'm coming out of my emo phase.." or "I'm in my awesome mature phase..." In any case I wouldn't set up shop and categories and classify myself into things like that because I'd have grown up and seen that none of that shit really matters, because the day I moved out of my parents house I realized, we're all people working to live. I probably wouldn't be fake and say things like "I'm happy and you suck because you had a bad day..." I probably would think about myself more and tend to my own needs regardless what others think. So I guess I wouldn't brag about things I like in a stereotypical way or anything. But then again, that would only be if I was mature and older.
Hello.
I'm seventeen and still finding my way.
I have better things to say today.
Today I watched two people become one and man, that was awesome. A wedding is something that can't really be topped and should be top priority if anyone has anything to do with them. I mean I've been to some before but, now that I know what love is and stuff like that, it means something more. The reception afterwards was tons of fun, saw a lot of people I haven't seen in a while. I also danced with my mother which was cute. Dad's not much of a dancer so I covered for him. It was nice though. Like when Dan and his mom went up there to dance as groom and mother, I saw that look in my mom's eyes where she thinks about her chance to do it. I told her in two years (jokingly) and she got scared. But yes, my mother is quite the short one I realized that too.
On the ride home I thought about someone a lot, and then I realized that I thought about them the entire day. When you want something really bad and it's so close, but you can't have it- it's the worst feeling alive. Yes, the fence is electric, yes you're going to have to touch it to get to the otherside. If you don't get to the other side the guards will get you. It's kinda like that. But in my world, the fence is imaginary, the other side holds a person, and these guards are a symbol for time and how it beats down on me the longer I stay away from her. I thought a lot today.
Hello.
I'm lost and I can't find my way.
I had a lot more to say about today.
I'll save them for later when we have akward silence.