wow.
one summer
I remember when I was 14.
I really thought I had it all figured out.
really.
me and my friends.
nothing could touch us.
we were unstoppable.
so we used to sit around
and talk about things, and
we thought we were wise above our time.
thought we had it ALLL figured out.
turns out we didn't know shit.
we'd string together copious amounts of big words
that made us think
we spoke elequently
and maturely.
but really, we weren't saying anything.
the point I am trying to get at,
is sometimes, you think you have it figured out
but you don't know shit.
and really life, to me,
is just about starting over
again
and again.
until you get it right for you.
so my question is, will we ever be happy?
because change is the only thing constant and people hate change.
I don't know.
I've just been thinking.
this is really the end of the rope for me.
I remember when I was 14.
I really thought I had it all figured out.
really.
me and my friends.
nothing could touch us.
we were unstoppable.
so we used to sit around
and talk about things, and
we thought we were wise above our time.
thought we had it ALLL figured out.
turns out we didn't know shit.
we'd string together copious amounts of big words
that made us think
we spoke elequently
and maturely.
but really, we weren't saying anything.
the point I am trying to get at,
is sometimes, you think you have it figured out
but you don't know shit.
and really life, to me,
is just about starting over
again
and again.
until you get it right for you.
so my question is, will we ever be happy?
because change is the only thing constant and people hate change.
I don't know.
I've just been thinking.
this is really the end of the rope for me.