Long time, no talk…?
Im back,
starting off with some rambling.
I hate growing up. and growing apart. I wish we where in that movie In Time with Justin Timberlake and dont age past 25 except i never want to leave 8th grade.
i was perfectly happy not driving, or drinking.
or having sex and seeing dicks.
I had my best friends and nothing kept us apart.
Our biggest problem was the hour of homework we had a night
or where in the lunch room where sat,
which was only for a few days then your seat was “established”.
Myspace was cool.
and boyfriends and girlfriends just held hands because we were too nervous to kiss.
Times were simple.
Why does everything good in life eventually get fucked up?
