we've all got wood and nails.
the last 24 hours has been quite a blur.
i've conquered many destinations.
seen plenty of faces.
and i realized something, i don't think i want this.
i think i want to go home.
home is seven months away.
not even half way there.
summer is upon us and this is not the life i wanted. i don't want to be slaving away in a concrete box. i want to be where i should. home.
i think i may be growing weary of lexington. but i can't leave.
i wouldn't even know what to do with myself in somerset.
[get sucked back in all the drama]
hang out with my best friends everyday.
summer nights...i don't want them spent in humid isolation. and yet i'm in so much debt how will i get away?
i think i need freedom. i know everything i want to do.
and yet i have no clue at all.
nor where i would begin if i did.
i just want to latch onto the fun happy and ever so careless.
i don't want to be understood. stared. or monopolized.
anymore.
i think i want to live alone.
or with miss mayonnaise.
in a place i can do anything, everything, and nothing at all and not worry about who will care.
because honestly i don't. i'm just good at pretending. (it's because i'm scared)
would this be considered failure? i don't think i've failed. i've succeeded nicely so far. keep pulling everything together. but it's constant stress. and it seems like all i care about is money.
i don't know what will make me happy.
it's a question that's been itching at me.
on
several
different
levels
i've been tempting this little pretty creature called fate.
she works in strange ways.
she's beautiful. and sometimes she likes me.
but i have this feeling my lucky streak is about to come to a halt.
like a train wreck.
hey remember the good times. just run from the bad.
the ice age is coming. sweeping in like a sandstorm.
i hope i'm never to sad to dance.
loveteena.
i've conquered many destinations.
seen plenty of faces.
and i realized something, i don't think i want this.
i think i want to go home.
home is seven months away.
not even half way there.
summer is upon us and this is not the life i wanted. i don't want to be slaving away in a concrete box. i want to be where i should. home.
i think i may be growing weary of lexington. but i can't leave.
i wouldn't even know what to do with myself in somerset.
[get sucked back in all the drama]
hang out with my best friends everyday.
summer nights...i don't want them spent in humid isolation. and yet i'm in so much debt how will i get away?
i think i need freedom. i know everything i want to do.
and yet i have no clue at all.
nor where i would begin if i did.
i just want to latch onto the fun happy and ever so careless.
i don't want to be understood. stared. or monopolized.
anymore.
i think i want to live alone.
or with miss mayonnaise.
in a place i can do anything, everything, and nothing at all and not worry about who will care.
because honestly i don't. i'm just good at pretending. (it's because i'm scared)
would this be considered failure? i don't think i've failed. i've succeeded nicely so far. keep pulling everything together. but it's constant stress. and it seems like all i care about is money.
i don't know what will make me happy.
it's a question that's been itching at me.
on
several
different
levels
i've been tempting this little pretty creature called fate.
she works in strange ways.
she's beautiful. and sometimes she likes me.
but i have this feeling my lucky streak is about to come to a halt.
like a train wreck.
hey remember the good times. just run from the bad.
the ice age is coming. sweeping in like a sandstorm.
i hope i'm never to sad to dance.
loveteena.