Now, a question. A thought. A direction? Yes, indeed.
Where am I headed. I find myself wandering down a lane I do not know. A path that seems less and less familiar. I have been presented with this number, this sure breadth of possibilities before. LA, Savannah, NYC, Nashville.... cities. Names of streets and places, addresses for a possible future.
What will I do? What will I do there? Yes, they've been questions. But.... the answers have always come to me. I always decide well.
A career is a facet. And if it were the only one... I would be wealthy beyond what I know by now. That's never been a problem.
Who am I? Well, I've never been afraid to find out. Change my style till it fits. Screw it... it's out there. Be yourself a little bit at a time. Friends will come, friends will go.
Um.
What if they all coincide at once? Am I throwing out all my life ambitions for my ambitions at life?
Okay, I apologize to anyone who has to read this. Wait, check that. You don't. So, first I'll thank anyone who actually cares. I want to kiss you for caring enough to read this far. But then I'll apologize anyways.
Basically, I feel I'm going to have to settle. I'm going to end up settling for a secondhand job, a secondhand gender and a secondhand life. I wonder how hard it's going to be. How many I'm going to alienate.
Will I be happy? God damn it... fuck happy. I'm so fucking sick of it. I really just want a little feeling of some kind. Numbness has trailed me my whole god-damned life.
P.S.. You rule the school. Thanks for tuning in.
Where am I headed. I find myself wandering down a lane I do not know. A path that seems less and less familiar. I have been presented with this number, this sure breadth of possibilities before. LA, Savannah, NYC, Nashville.... cities. Names of streets and places, addresses for a possible future.
What will I do? What will I do there? Yes, they've been questions. But.... the answers have always come to me. I always decide well.
A career is a facet. And if it were the only one... I would be wealthy beyond what I know by now. That's never been a problem.
Who am I? Well, I've never been afraid to find out. Change my style till it fits. Screw it... it's out there. Be yourself a little bit at a time. Friends will come, friends will go.
Um.
What if they all coincide at once? Am I throwing out all my life ambitions for my ambitions at life?
Okay, I apologize to anyone who has to read this. Wait, check that. You don't. So, first I'll thank anyone who actually cares. I want to kiss you for caring enough to read this far. But then I'll apologize anyways.
Basically, I feel I'm going to have to settle. I'm going to end up settling for a secondhand job, a secondhand gender and a secondhand life. I wonder how hard it's going to be. How many I'm going to alienate.
Will I be happy? God damn it... fuck happy. I'm so fucking sick of it. I really just want a little feeling of some kind. Numbness has trailed me my whole god-damned life.
P.S.. You rule the school. Thanks for tuning in.
Those who love you will be happy for the descions that you find comfortable for yourself.
I always say,"As long as you don't hurt yourself or anyone else DO IT!" Take care dear