18 now.
life=uncertain.


I'll keep this simple, and just copy my mypsace blog... which I will warn anyone without a myspace, to never get one. It eats sanity, babies, brains, and Mormans.




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...in my head says things aren't the same.
Just another year, but I know this one is different. It's graduation time already... My life has really hit that point... sure, not my graduation, but many of my friends.
And they're leaving.
Some whom could even be going off to war some day soon.
I thought about it, and it's true... all the time we have have been miss'n won't be given back. The days of sitting in the park and just talking about everything that comes to mind, are not only soon at an end... but they're also gone... nothing more than a memory to us now. And memories do nothing but ease the pain of knowing that those days are over.
What's worse, is I have no idea where I'm going... and I'm running out, running out of time to think about it all. Soon enough I'll be out of 11th grade and into my senior year... I feel like I need to find the emergency break on life and pull it up with all my might, some days.
What am I gonna do? My skills in art aren't anything great... and I don't believe they ever will be. My skills in computers hasn't enhanced any in the past 2 years because everything I look to refine my skills in it, just tries to teach me stuff I already know. And those are the only two jobs I'm really cut out for.
I could work on my bass skills... but I know I'll never make it big because, well, when was the last time you heard of a hit band from Alabama? Besides, music is dead now'a'days... you have to become generic to get anywhere... but that's a totally different topic.
If you're wondering why I don't look on the bright side of things, and why I never think that anything I do is good enough, it's because I've never really had anyone to cheer me on, or some real critique when I've needed it. No one to ever push
me to strive for anything besides meritocracy.
I've lost all real good friendships I really had except for a few, and it's times likes these that really make me regret it. It's times like these that make me see how spiteful towards some people. It's times like these that make me miss who I've been...
And,
It's time likes these that make it easy to see,
That it's time to move on with my life.