I don't even know why I'm typing right now, I don't have anything I actually want to say like I usually do when I blog (or used to). I guess I just want SOMETHING here, anything...I want to look back at this and laugh my ass off at how I used to perceive things.
So much has happened in the last few months.
Plans have been made.
Plans have been canceled.
Plans have been made again.
Then shattered.
I don't even know where to start.
I've graduated.
I've broken a few things too, but not terribly.
I have glue.
I've lied to myself.
I've figured out what I'm going to do with my life.
But I think that's a lie too.
I am fickle.
I know what I want.
But not everyone wants me to have it.
I wish I were stronger than this.
I wish I could rebel.
But I'm too nice.
But the truth is, I don't give a damn what anyone thinks, I just don't want to hurt anybody.
Why do they care so much if I crash and burn?
If I ruin my life?
Let me mess shit up,
I like it messy.
I like it rough.
I like it irreversible.
I'd rather have to fix what I've done than play it safe and wonder.
And no one understands that.
I'm not afraid of struggle.
I just want to do it myself now.
It's my life now, I want to see what I can do with it.
