ramblings of a tired young adult
i wish i could take a select few and start a colony. some where far far away. away from the people that bring me down. we dont even have to form a colony. maybe we could just move to the east coast. i hear the people are harder there, but i hear theyre all softees on the inside. i know that even there not everyone is going to be nice, but i want to start a new. i wish i was leaving for college somewhere far far away. i want to start all over. no parents to bester me. i wont have the same old people being rude, and if i start all over, once i find people that i'm not compatable with i dont ever have to talk to them again. here, anytime i meet someone it's through a friend, and if i dont care for them i'm probably still going to have to hang out with them on saturday.
i want to love someone again, and have someone love me again. I hate feeling jealous. i hate wondering what hair style looks good for curly hair that will hide my gian fore head, or what shoes to wear, or how to dress. three years ago i didn't care about any of those things. i wore the first thing i saw in my drawers, brushed my teeth and went to school, and i felt beautiful.
i want to hold hands and have inside jokes and have a best friend who wont flake on me, or just stop loving me all together.
i want a trampoline. one that i could bounce so high i never come down. i want to find a compitent dance partner and perform night and day for the elderly and small children.
some day i will learn how to ride a bike, and how to whistle and how to get tickled with out getting tickled. I'm going to write a play.
i'm going to do something with ly life.
i want to go far far away. if you care, you had better spend time with me, because the next thin you know i'll be gone, and you wont hear from me, unless you're in the select few, and that few may change by the time i'm gone.
i may be two faced, i may be a peace keeper, but i only talk shit in my head. you don't like that? you do it too. i know you do. you have a close friend who you cant stand spending time with so you complain about that person to a distant friend. i keep it in my head. so now you may be wondering if you make me want to vomit when i'm with you. when i leave, and never talk to you, you'll know.
but there are things i love. i love the smell of san francisco. it makes me giddy. i also love other things.
i want to love someone again, and have someone love me again. I hate feeling jealous. i hate wondering what hair style looks good for curly hair that will hide my gian fore head, or what shoes to wear, or how to dress. three years ago i didn't care about any of those things. i wore the first thing i saw in my drawers, brushed my teeth and went to school, and i felt beautiful.
i want to hold hands and have inside jokes and have a best friend who wont flake on me, or just stop loving me all together.
i want a trampoline. one that i could bounce so high i never come down. i want to find a compitent dance partner and perform night and day for the elderly and small children.
some day i will learn how to ride a bike, and how to whistle and how to get tickled with out getting tickled. I'm going to write a play.
i'm going to do something with ly life.
i want to go far far away. if you care, you had better spend time with me, because the next thin you know i'll be gone, and you wont hear from me, unless you're in the select few, and that few may change by the time i'm gone.
i may be two faced, i may be a peace keeper, but i only talk shit in my head. you don't like that? you do it too. i know you do. you have a close friend who you cant stand spending time with so you complain about that person to a distant friend. i keep it in my head. so now you may be wondering if you make me want to vomit when i'm with you. when i leave, and never talk to you, you'll know.
but there are things i love. i love the smell of san francisco. it makes me giddy. i also love other things.