"I hate the shape of things to come..."
School starts in a few weeks. And I'd rather impale myself on the flagpole outside the noble institution of learning that is my new ghetto public high school than return to it.
I get the empty feeling that anything could happen this year, that my life is flying randomly on the wind like some loose piece of cotton. I have no goals, no ambitions, no direction. Eventually i'll probably land on an available patch of dirt, but i have no idea where that landing strip might be or what is going to erupt out of the ground in it's place. This could be thrilling, or absolutely terrifying, or motivating, or all at once, but i...just dont care. I'm so ancient already it's ridiculous.
I get the empty feeling that anything could happen this year, that my life is flying randomly on the wind like some loose piece of cotton. I have no goals, no ambitions, no direction. Eventually i'll probably land on an available patch of dirt, but i have no idea where that landing strip might be or what is going to erupt out of the ground in it's place. This could be thrilling, or absolutely terrifying, or motivating, or all at once, but i...just dont care. I'm so ancient already it's ridiculous.