goblinboots

For the last two years I've tried very hard to make something of myself. At some point, I got this bug up my ass to be successful....to be the "good son". I quit putting the hair up, the goblinboots hit the back of the closet and the clothes of doom were given away to deserving souls. Now I'm lost somewhere between who I used to be and who I might be someday. All my friends have gone. Even my mother, who used to nag on me to grow up, misses the humor that I once had. I try to do the right thing and all I get is hurt. Don't ever give up the things that make you unique. Because once you do, there's no going back. I haven't found comfort since. Going home serves only to remind me of this. I gotta be in class in 4 hours. I don't wanna go.