Gahd.. I want to fast-forward to when I'm out on my own after senior year in an apartment in Portland. I think I'm getting tired of being John Duffy. I don't want school I want an education, I don't want a girlfriend I want a partner, I don't want arrogance I want confidence, I don't want to complain I want to convey. I really want to write, but I can't think of anything new to write about.
But I'm fine! Like, I laugh everyday, and I have great friends, people think I'm special, and Much Ado is awsome. But somehow all that is shadowed because third quarter grades are comng home and I'm still flunking Honor's English. I can't do that.
And it really bothers me sometimes that people think I'm special, because so many other people deserve the sort of attention and love I get in unfair amounts. I don't want to be a celebrity when I grow up anymore.
I guess I'm writing this here because I don't really know who to talk to. I'll probably take this post down anyway.
Reading this, it sounds like I'm depressed, but it doesn't feel that way. I'm just sort of awake and haven't been content in a long while.
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips. Well we can cap the old lines, make playing only logical harm.