these are my confessions
Bare with me chicas, this is a long one.
There are certian things in life that you just know. You are like, just born with inept knowledge about facts that are pre-determined by powers greater than yourself. You are born that way.
I knew I wasn't like other people and I knew that I wasn't like other guys growing up. Sports were never ever my thing and I would rather go draw a picture and read a comic than sprain my ankle playing four square. It took me a while to realize why I wasn't like everyone else that I knew but even though you deny something, it doesn't make it any less true.
My life is going great and everything is finally happening for me. The plays, the movies, freinds and like, just life. This just feels right. There was only one thing holding me back from having a perfect life, from feeling complete.
When I'm at school on a nice meloncholy autumn morn or a an absolutely envigorating spring eve, I like to walk past the park in downtown Parkville and just ponder about what is next in my life. I have been thinking about going to the San Francisco Art Academy for awhile now and I don't think the timing could be any more perfect.
It's too gorgeous outside to be wasting away in front of a computer. Things are changing and I have never been more ready for what is ahead.
I guess I can't live a lie anymore.
There are certian things in life that you just know. You are like, just born with inept knowledge about facts that are pre-determined by powers greater than yourself. You are born that way.
I knew I wasn't like other people and I knew that I wasn't like other guys growing up. Sports were never ever my thing and I would rather go draw a picture and read a comic than sprain my ankle playing four square. It took me a while to realize why I wasn't like everyone else that I knew but even though you deny something, it doesn't make it any less true.
My life is going great and everything is finally happening for me. The plays, the movies, freinds and like, just life. This just feels right. There was only one thing holding me back from having a perfect life, from feeling complete.
When I'm at school on a nice meloncholy autumn morn or a an absolutely envigorating spring eve, I like to walk past the park in downtown Parkville and just ponder about what is next in my life. I have been thinking about going to the San Francisco Art Academy for awhile now and I don't think the timing could be any more perfect.
It's too gorgeous outside to be wasting away in front of a computer. Things are changing and I have never been more ready for what is ahead.
I guess I can't live a lie anymore.