I try to supress the pushing I feel from the inside. Something is trying to escape me. Is this what it feels like growing up? I look forward and it seems like the goal is so far away. Slowly, the check points I made for life become farther and farther apart also. I grasp for something solid as my passage slants and come to find I have no fingerprints. Where ones I has labrynths on my hands, it is smooth and flat. I have lost my identity. I am normal. I am everything I should be, and everything that has been before. I can't breath.
I feel like making good choices is too hard sometimes. I stay out of trouble but sometimes trouble finds itself more mobile that I thought it could be.
Around two yesterday, Gaby and John asked me to go to coffee with them...long story short, Gaby drove us down town and left us sitting around while she messed with some strange guy for eight hours. Trouble. -.-'
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