17.
Click to viewi'm 17, don't hold your breath.
i loved being 17.
i loved driving myself around town.
the music.
good god, the music.
i guess everyone feels this way?
about the music.
no matter what the music is.
peach pit makes me think of a high school experience that i didn't have until later after high school. later, when i wasn't so ... stringent and fucking nuts. falling in love with boys that i only ever spoke to twice and going on road trips in the sun. the sun. the grass. the trees. the beauty of it all before sinus headaches and extreme fatigue and you know, chronic emotional grey skies.
i'm almost done, you know?
i've dedicated the last seven years of my life to following everyone else's rules. based on nothing in particular. learning what i can to get by, not having time to dig deeper. when i'm finally done i want to make a video game with rory and start painting again. the idea of a free night or weekend, not dedicated to "mastering" data structures and algorithms. it's finally feeling worth all of the work, now that i can see the end. kind of.
and the end looks like 17.
looks like road trips in the sun.
with jeffery and rory.