It's so difficult to let go of the past.
But we grow and change, we leanr to move on.
We try to make the next few seconds of our life brighter, because you never know when it will be gone.
We'll never be able to account for the future or the past.....
It's like that Canadian movie, One Week.
That's how I feel sometimes, I feel like my life is ending quicker than I can live it, but maybe we should worry.
It figures....I stop myself and ask, "what the hell did I get myself into this time?"
Boys who like me, boys who pretend to like me, and boys who piss me off.
Why isn't there a happy medium in all this teenage craziness?
Why isn't there a cute boy that I get along with, who isn't "in a relationship" or "in love?"
Or just looking for a good time?
Don't they exist somewhere?
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