I’ve officially been out of the hell whole kids call Jackson, Michigan for six months.
I’m slowly realizing that maybe old friends will just be that, old friends.
I was so stoked to fly home a few weeks ago, but that will probably be the last time for awhile that I’m excited for that trip.
I don’t even really want to go home for the holidays, but some things need to be done for the family.
This month has been the strangest and most off centered month of my life. I will post an entire blog about it soon, still trying to finish writing my vegas stories out.
I feel like a completely different person, than when I left Michigan. Maybe it’s just LA taking over my head, but I really feel I’ve grown and changed a lot.
I keep looking back on friends on Facebook and I just keep thinking, when are they gonna wake up? When are they gonna snap out of this misery they all live in? It confuses me so much that my friends are so satisfied with that lifestyle, being drunk and partying with the same people night after night.
What ever happened to being kids with dreams?
What ever happened to wanting to follow those dreams?
My ride needs to get here so I can stop typing this insaneness.
I met a girl.
She has been making me wild.
She’s on the other side of the world and she’s all I can think about.
It’s an out of the ordinary feeling.
Something that is a first.
FUCK. The new All Time Low is actually really impressive I think.
Fuck you, for being a stereotypical hater of pop music.
Just assuming.
Assumptions are kings wearing crowns.
Maybe it’s not my weekend, but it’s gonna be my year…………….
