Where's the line drawn that defines what a kid is? Is it pre puberty? Is it before you're 18? Are you a kid until the day you turn 18? Is it until you graduate college? What the fuck is it and why are you on your fucking high horse to tell me what the fuck I am you fucking tool. Because you've been in college for the last couple years, this suddenly turns you into a god among men? Why the fuck aren't you a kid and I am? Where do you get this sudden self realization of yourself? Holy shit you're just adding to my overall frustration god damnit.
So many people I need to tell things to, some more important, some just trivial, some very, very changing. But I guess I just fail and I'll never do anything I wish I could or would.
Come 5 more weeks, let's look at 18 years in and the list of things Taylor has not done!
A list that I talk about sometimes with some of you. Some of you know the things I haven't done in the about 18 years of my life, and I'm always told "Oh don't worry Taylor, you're time will come" or "Oh don't worry wanting (something) isn't that big of a deal, you'll find the right (something) eventually"
I'm tired of eventually god damnit. What did I do to have to miss every single train stop? Why am I put on the backburner? Why do I get overlooked and ignored whenever something happens. I hate fucking complaining about shit but...god damn when do I get a break?
I'm tired of life, I'm gonna go read for Hodges and forget about my problems. Fuck this
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Telling you to wait, and saying that your time will come obviously won't do anything, but I'm here for you, man. Always have been, and I always will be. Welcome to the club. It's filled with people who are tired of waiting for that proverbial ship to sail, and are finally making a swim for it.
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