nineteen. the final year of the "teen". still not old enough to drink but not young enough to mooch off my "parents". eighteen was an interesting year. i accomplished much, and failed more. i realized that my stepfather and myself cannot live under the same roof. i learned that the beach looks better at night. i was taught b.e.t was evil. and i learned how to be a better me.
i hate birthdays. mostly mine. people ask "how does it feel to be a year older?" maybe i'm the only one who noticed, but not a damn thing changes in that one specific day. so often i respond (like i have today), "i just feel that much closer to dying." people mistake that comment as a sign of depression.
but am i not right?
nineteen. the year of ultimate confusion
nineteen. the year of pre-manhood and post-boyhood
nineteen will be a long and troublesome year.
yeah
happy fucking birthday
1 comment:
so now i understand the comment "closer ta death"...i kinda like these....these blog thingies. i look at life from your perspective...it scares me sometimes...but i like the feeling....
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