(no subject)
2007 just felt like some sort of twisted elaboration of 2006- that just made me feel more uncomfortable in the flesh.
with this new year, a lot of things haven't changed.
physically: different hair. inked.
mentally: toughened. at least, i'd like to think so. though, mostly these days, i've been wearing my heart on my sleeve like a stain that i don't really care enough to wash off.
the only new big important thing that's happening in my life right now:
i'm quitting smoothie king over here near my house, and i'm moving out. slowly packing up my shit, and moving it out piece by piece.
starting somewhat of a new chapter in my life. figured, now's a good time, with the new year and shit. plus, i'm not getting any younger. and no matter how many times i wish to be seven again, it's totally not going to happen.
growing up is scary, and it's not really fun. and i don't care what anyone says.
i had a better idea of what the world was like when i was a child.
it was my backyard and beyond that fence was a large canyon that i could run and play and hide in. (watch my friends set it on fire) and start running for my life.
now a days, nineteen, not getting any younger and hopeful.
these days, i feel like every other lonely bastard.
besides that, all my dreams, when i fall asleep, take place out of town. mind tricks on myself.
with this new year, a lot of things haven't changed.
physically: different hair. inked.
mentally: toughened. at least, i'd like to think so. though, mostly these days, i've been wearing my heart on my sleeve like a stain that i don't really care enough to wash off.
the only new big important thing that's happening in my life right now:
i'm quitting smoothie king over here near my house, and i'm moving out. slowly packing up my shit, and moving it out piece by piece.
starting somewhat of a new chapter in my life. figured, now's a good time, with the new year and shit. plus, i'm not getting any younger. and no matter how many times i wish to be seven again, it's totally not going to happen.
growing up is scary, and it's not really fun. and i don't care what anyone says.
i had a better idea of what the world was like when i was a child.
it was my backyard and beyond that fence was a large canyon that i could run and play and hide in. (watch my friends set it on fire) and start running for my life.
now a days, nineteen, not getting any younger and hopeful.
these days, i feel like every other lonely bastard.
besides that, all my dreams, when i fall asleep, take place out of town. mind tricks on myself.