Not Worth My Time

Confused, and deflated.
My mind is mad, but my heart is sad.
The wonderful winter wonderland has melted into a puny puddle of patheticness.

But I'm still happy.
Joy and love is the choice that I will cling to.

Eighteen, and I like it.

I'm eighteen, and I don't know what I want. Eighteen, I just don't know what I want. Eighteen, I've got to get away. I've got to get out of this place. I'll go running in outer space.

I've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart. Took eighteen years to get this far. Don't always know what I'm talking about. Feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt.

Cause I'm eighteen! I get confused everyday. eighteen. I just don't know what to say.





Eighteen, I've got to get away.

Only The Young

I think the best part about being young is making memories. Climbing old bridges, getting lost, forgetting matches at a bbq, laughing till we cry and snort, and just being awesome. I love being young.




There so much life ahead of me.
So many opportunities.
So many memories to be made.