Holy Shit.
Teen Angst.

Sometimes I listen to Thursday and let the wave of nostalgia wash over me.

I'm sitting here with my little puppy.

And thinking

[You will be the death of us]

I cant force you to give up your freedom. 

[I just wish I meant more to you]

Or we could be less serious

[You can't have your cake and eat it to]

If I could put my thoughts into words

[maybe you would get me]

I cant wait forever for empty promises. 

I don't believe that you will change for me. 

[I cant hold my breath forever]

This weighs heavy on me, 

and maybe they were right. 

It's time for things to change. 

I can't feel this way forever. 

Shocked. 

Your actions, your words...

is what got you here. 

Your beliefs, your suffering...

It's all the same. 

[Right]

You cannot look back. 

You cannot blink. 

You cant change who you are. 

[You are a product of your environment]

....

It will catch up to you. 

I am now. 

I am tomorrow. 

I am this very hour, this very second. 

I am I. 

The beginning.

Interests:

My interesting dog.

Understanding afri[ka] better. 

Working out. 

Learning to love. 

The present:

Getting good grades. 

Working hard. 

Learning to love. 

The times they are a-changin'

...and I kinda like that.