It seems like everytime I get back home from school I enjoy being home for about 4 seconds and then it all goes to shit...My sisters seem to hate me, my mom gets tired of me being around, and as I get older and older I just wish that I could continue to live in my apartment in Boston year round at school, just coming home for vacations and holidays...
It's it bad that I'm 21 years old and want to start my life right now? I've got the man (even though he doesn't have a clue what he's doing), I've got the room, and now all I need are the means, and the job...
I wouldn't mind just living in Boston for the rest of my life...I could definitely do it until the b/f got out of school...spending hours in the bars, and working behind a cosmetics counter, doing behind the scenes radio stuff, and just living on my own and being able to enjoy Newbury Street and all the wonders of living by myself in a city full of young people...
Too bad I can't start right now...
Anyway - I guess I just feel bad that I'm home and that everytime I'm home, I just cause a ruckus...And i feel like I'm going nowhere...I want to program a radio station and I want to work behind a cosmetics counter, so why is it becoming so hard for me to get there...I feel like I've developing some sort of mental disability block that makes it hard for me to understand what people are saying...
I wish i could write poetry or raps or something like that - it would sound much more interesting than just writing all of this shit out...
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