I haven't posted in some time.
Im unsure of my future and what it holds for me. I always knew what I wanted when I was younger, and it always seemed like its in arms reach. The older I grow, the further things seem to fall. I listen to the same bands, and the same songs every night expecting for some sort of answer, and I don't know why. My comfort is fleeting. Hello uncertainty.
I guess there's a lot happening in my life I should be happy about. My sister comes home from England tomorrow, and I've been seeing this girl that I'm really starting to like a lot. I think its fucked that we're expected not to appreciate what we've got 'til its gone. I'm going to spend some time working on this - or at least try.
“I’m nineteen years young and my mind is weathered. I’m nineteen years young and things aren’t getting any clearer.”
| — | The Carrier |
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