Don’t slow down, drive fast, slam your foot on the gas and look straight ahead. I earn my money to spend it, and I crack jokes to make people laugh. I ignore all the things that need my attention, and give my life to the things that make it worse. Life happens and we deal with it as it comes, wearing hoodies and chuck T’s, in the words of Matt and Kim I’m feeling restless and don’t want to slow down. I’ve been in school for about three years now and absolutely still feel like I’ve acomplished nothing, things need to change, but I’m scared to let go of this damn steering wheel. I want to slam on the breaks but I’m not wearing my seatbelt, and I’d rather not have glass break my face. The ominous music leaves me feeling seperate and unfocused, I must admit that I’m still dealing with being stabbed in the heart. The gloves I’ve knitted are starting to come undone and I’m left staring at the hands that have no crass, and for that matter I’ve seemed to lost my moxie. Damn it it all to hell, this is all my own doing and undoing and I just want to break down and say fuck it all but what good would that do but push me down even lower than I already feel. Life is not the same without you, and somedays’ I want to scream, and kick and say that it’s not far that you’re not here. Somedays’ just seem better than the rest, and this is not one of them; today I feel so alone. I’m reaching for the towel to throw it in, but I can’t seem to bring myself to actually give up, I want to do something more, something better, but I feel trapped inside the box I’ve created for myself. The sky I see is not the blue it should be, nor is the shine shinning as bright as you told me it could be. The highway I’m on has seen many mountains but as it seems I can see as far as the horizon and there’s nothing there but land and sky. There’s shapes I see that others don’t, and it leaves me with the creeps, and I wonder why this is what my imagination gives me. I dream loud so that others can hold me to it, but they’re not the ones who have the foot on the pedal- it all comes down to me, and I must say I think I’m starting to fall asleep to the music on the radio. This was my vacation and it was meant to be taken with you.
that wording on this blog mentions another person if you dont mind me prying who areyou referring to
btw i do agree sometimes yo just wish you slow down but sometimes ya just cant becaus of the consequences
