Literally Lost in Translation

Feb 01, 2009 00:19

Lately I've had "stronger than usual" feelings of wanting to get out of this town. I hate this place. The people. The location. The surroundings; I'm over it. It's getting harder and harder to communicate with some of the people I'm always with. I'm usually straying away from the group, talking to one person, on rare occasions two or three. Or, I just stand there like an idiot or I listen to music sitting on the bench while everyone talks about some stupid shit that went down or one guy is chasing the other across the fucking quad or yelling at the top of their lungs making all people our age look ridiculous. I'm tired of talking about the same, constant, brainless things. I want something new, something INTERESTING, WORTH talking about.

I don't know..

Nobody understands me, people think I'm stupid and can't think for myself, (even the people I'm always with, not cool) probably my fault for placing myself within that image way back then. I'm tired of being underestimated, mocked, and treated like a person who can't think for himself. I've been considering moving schools for a while; in fact, I think that's a pretty good idea. To start fresh, meet more interesting, bit more educated individuals, as well as in the future as I get older, and stop that image that people already have portrayed me as for years. Sure I was naive a couple of years back, but people STILL don't get that that's long over. The few people I've met this year "get" me, that's what I want from everybody. People like Cristian, Brenda, Josie, Musset, Marlene, Christina, Jesee, Olive and Oliva; off the top of my head, there are a few more. THOSE are the kind of people I should be surrounding myself with. The kind of people I feel like I can talk to them about things like this, about ANYTHING, and still feel welcomed and not bashed by some idiotic comment like most people do.

Lately my dad has been avoiding me, as I him. We always argue and my mom always tells me to listen to him or she gets stuck in the middle of said argument. My parents still have the idea of me being a "child" stuck in their heads. Whatever, as soon as get out everything will change.

Santa Ana is nothing.

I keep watching this:

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I hate where I am. I need to get out of here, alone.

See me go
I don't care, where your head turned, I don't know
You will wait, when I turn my eyes around

whatever

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