ok, ill say it again.. im so FED UP with life.
i dont understand why is it whenever i anticipate something, and am so looking forward to it, it somehow screws up.
like ALL THE TIME.
what the fuck??
so maybe i should just stop hoping and stop waiting.
i don't deal with disappointments easily.
I want to go back to when boys meant 'yuck' and friends were new,
dreams were unshattered, and worries few.
When recess was too short and life was too long,
and decisions came easy without the need to belong.
When storks delivered babies and passions weren't so strong,
friendships weren't broken, right was right and wrong was wrong.
When bad things didn't happen and only skinned knees brought tears,
and the night light in its socket quieted all our fears.