My Life

Man, I don't know what it is but I suddenly wish I was a kid again. What I wouldn't give to just chill on the carpet sitting "indian-style" in front of some disney cartoons with a plate full of peanut-butter coated graham crackers. Putting up with a few hours of school everyday, then I could go outside and play football with my neighborhood friends.

Now all of those friends are drunks and stoners, those who are still alive. And suddenly I'm in college with no idea what the hell I'm doing. Somehow between then and now I always expected I'd grow up. Make something of myself. Something. Have direction and talent and just know where I was headed. And it would be a good place.

But I'm still waiting.

High school was certainly not all I hoped it would be, same with freshman and sophmore years of university. Don't get me wrong life is great. I love it, my family is gold. And I've got new and better friends to replace the old ones. But I still miss them. I miss when we were all so innocent. I can't help being sentimental. Life is good. It's just not everything I expected it would be, and I sure hope one of these days I'll wake up and know what to do with it.