This year, I'm going to discover the world. I just know it. I don't want it to pass though. Cause next year while you're off having the time of your life, I'll be stuck in this sorry excuse of a town, alone. I called my father, no answer. My little brother is starting Pre-K, he's growing up so fast. School school school, I hate to love it. Today is a web of confusion, this won't make sense, but I feel like letting my mind run, while listening to the same song over and over. Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling. Spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening. When busy streets amass with people will stop to hold their heads heavy. Hide and seek, trains and sewing machines. All those years, they were here first.

When life gives you lemons, catch it, squash it, and say I wanted a fucking orange.