Really now, let's figure this out, please? 20 isn't old, I don't know why I ever thought it was. What will I be doing with my life?
Who will make sure I'm alright?
I'm hoping I won't have to pick up the pieces sooner then expected, that's not to ask for, is it?
I need a hobby. I need an addiction. I need something to get me out of this slump.
Penguins.
It's 4:57 and I'm wondering if you're sleeping alright. Are you cold? Are you snoring like usually? Which side are you on tonight? The left or the right? How many pillows and blankets? I think it's cute when you sleep with all your clothes on but at the same time, it is a tad disappointing. You're adorable when you're drunk and not hitting or biting me. I miss you biting me.
My dreams of late haven't been pleastant. I was conned into getting a wife, settling down and having children. Maybe the dream was right, I'm afraid.
What City will want me when I'm older? What will be my home? Where ever it is, I hope there's a warm bed with cold pillows.
North Adams for New Years will it be all I plan it to be? Please, let's not start puking.
