the eve of the longest week of the longest month of my life
March of Senior Year: a bitch. There's just no getting around that.
I need to stop checking my email every five minutes. I need to retreat into DVDs and books and laugh about how my escape from the big bad world is television shows about aliens and necrophelia and books about boys ripped from the Sudan and transplanted awkwardly in Georgia. I need to watch the seven episodes of the X-Files that are sitting on my tivo waiting for me. i need to read the fucking Brothers Karamazov and wish that Ivan was a real person. I need to do my goddamn math homework. I need to get out of Lexington very badly.
There is something to say, I guess, for finally being ready to go. I wasn't before. In February, I was pretty afraid of leaving, actually. But now I think I can pretty safely say I have reached the point where I am done. I am done with high school, I am done with this town, I am done with most of the people in it.
I'm done with the awkward cocoon phase. I'm ready to become a butterfly, if you please. They're flimsy wings for sure, but wings nonetheless. Get me the hell out of here.
forever young
i wanna be forever young
do you really want to live forever?
forever, forever...