its not that i wanna die

ive just never been so ready

i love the sun. i was so happy today.

please dont talk in movie theaters, ill kick your ass.

300 was alright, go see it

i need a happy place

far from here

i found all these pictures of friends in college and how they have changed and are finding themselves and i see how much i havent changed or found out anything more about myself.

i feel so out of the loop.

school starts tomorrow. if i keep up a positive attitude i might make it out alive.

yeah im dead..

i work less hours though....

welcoming freedom is hard when its not paying me.

pay checks that dont really pay for any thing i need makes me sad.

i saw a vacuum at walmart today and got real excited about buying items for my new place and finaly moving out of the house, except im not..

i want my own place, not have to worry about waking people up when i get in late at night or having tenion when my mom is around, donnie being allowed to stay the night and even waking up to an empty place that is mine. it would make me so happy.

but thats not happening. its a daydream that gets more detailed everyday and yet still fades away with every pay check with less money or some responsibly that needs my wallet such as the car and paying for a place like that.

*shrug* isnt every kids dream to become 18 and move out?