a wild me appears.
kill it with fire.
I’m tired of being sad all the time. I’m tired of living with my mom and her fucking boyfriend. I’m tired of going to school and not learning shit. I’m tired of having to hide how I feel from everyone because I’m to much of a fucking pussy. It’s that fact that I haven’t left yet. I don’t want to hurt my mum. I love her, and she’s done nothing but take care of me. Soon enough though I’ll, be legal age to move out and I can just leave, rent a place for a week to make her happy and the abandon it. As I’m immersing myself in folk-punk, I just want to get out and meet cool people. I guess I should be thankful of my situation, I’ve been thinking of ways I can help out the community with my hella middle-class-ness.
I don’t know. things should get better soon. ’til then i’ll continue to yell and write songs in my basement, and hate myself a lot.
EDIT: I just re-read this… what the fuck is train of thought?