Cause a days worth of bitching goes down the drain when you lay in my bed and pick my brain.

I don’t want to grow up. And the fact that all I do anymore is school work makes it seem like it’s arriving at an exponential rate. I have enough time for work when I’m older…why am I killing myself now..?

Is it possible to be too in love with someone?

Probably. But I don’t even care.

I feel like I’ve lost so many friends this year. And while it bothered me for a little while, I think I realized they were never really my friends if they didn’t mutually want to stay in contact with me.

Anyways, I like the small amount of people I have now. It’s better that way.

HEAVENNNNNNNN

Sometimes, I want you to be worried about us. Why is it always me?

You know, in a town like Jacksonville, everything is identical. I attend the same places, I do the same things. Every solitary instant is precisely similar to the other. I wake up every single morning, go to the same shit school, and gather the same insignificant information about the same things. Then the weekend rolls around. As a ordinary human, I’m expected to be enthusiastic about this. However I’m not. Because I know nothing will be different. At this point, Jacksonville merely nauseates me. I’m sick of never altering my routine. I refuse to go to a city like Tallahassee or Gainesville for college, where the repetitive routine will be just like Jacksonville’s. I want to go to a new city. A big city bustling with new people, new places. I just want to get out of here.