thisisallwrong

i came across some pics, from the past few years, with all my friends, and good times. i know it's a futile point to go back and forth in my head about leaving, yet idk. i got all nostalgic for a moment, and kinda wanna go see a selected few of them. haha who would suppose leaving everything behind would be so hard? i suppose i'm just lonely, looking for an escape, companionsip. at least i should get that job soon, and then tats, booze, and guitar strings. all of those could help pass the time. for now i play the waiting game. wait to get the job, wait to see old friends, wait to make new ones, wait to get back on my feet. wait to be happy, wait to be complete.