giving up, growing up? what the fuck is the difference?
Here I am. I'm 24 years old. I don't know what I want from life. I don't know what I want to do with it either.
I'm stuck here making the same mistakes.
Making all these decisions for all the wrong reasons.
Going with it. Because hey, what the fuck else am I going to do?
I'm in sooooo fucking deep.
I'm not going to be an accountant. I just can't see it happening. Meaning? I'm WASTING FUCKING TIME.
Sure I can still be a business major. I could switch to management. add another semester on to my schooling most likely. and in year realize... well. to be honest. I don't really want to be a manager. (less likely.)
I don't fucking care about work.
I don't care about being "successful".
I don't care about money.
I don't care about brand names.
I care about seeing everything and everywhere.
I care about sunsets and the sound of moving water wether it be a river a stream the ocean or just rain drops.
I care about singing at the top of my lungs with my friends.
I care about expression. paintings.music.stories.
There was a time where I promised that I would make it. I just didn't know the shape id be in when i got there.
I'm not sure I'm going to make it.
I'm not sure I want to make it.
"making it" doesn't mean anything to me.
playing pool, dancing, hugging, swimming, talking, listening, walking, BEING with people i care about does.
who knows. maybe im just lazy and terrible as accepting blame for each and every bad decision.
if a piece of the puzzle would just fall into place,
if a path would define itelf.
if a star would light my way.
I'd thank you ever so much.
I'm stuck here making the same mistakes.
Making all these decisions for all the wrong reasons.
Going with it. Because hey, what the fuck else am I going to do?
I'm in sooooo fucking deep.
I'm not going to be an accountant. I just can't see it happening. Meaning? I'm WASTING FUCKING TIME.
Sure I can still be a business major. I could switch to management. add another semester on to my schooling most likely. and in year realize... well. to be honest. I don't really want to be a manager. (less likely.)
I don't fucking care about work.
I don't care about being "successful".
I don't care about money.
I don't care about brand names.
I care about seeing everything and everywhere.
I care about sunsets and the sound of moving water wether it be a river a stream the ocean or just rain drops.
I care about singing at the top of my lungs with my friends.
I care about expression. paintings.music.stories.
There was a time where I promised that I would make it. I just didn't know the shape id be in when i got there.
I'm not sure I'm going to make it.
I'm not sure I want to make it.
"making it" doesn't mean anything to me.
playing pool, dancing, hugging, swimming, talking, listening, walking, BEING with people i care about does.
who knows. maybe im just lazy and terrible as accepting blame for each and every bad decision.
if a piece of the puzzle would just fall into place,
if a path would define itelf.
if a star would light my way.
I'd thank you ever so much.