Dear God, It's Me...

What happened to the days when I was content with where I was. I was happy right? Was I happy? I'm not even sure if that was happiness or if it was simply blissful ignorance of how the world works that makes my childhood seem like something so much more than where I am now...

High School... I made it out of elementary and middle with a new determination to never settle for peoples shit. I did quite well for two years weeding through people and finding many fresh rays of sunshine, but they were older, and they graduated... and Junior year I fell back into my vicious cycle, though I didn't know it until last year...

I'm about to be Twenty-One years OLD. Most of the people I meet now are already set, and they have the life and friends that they're ready to at the least attempt to keep. So I may have a rough time. This isn't Grade School anymore, and it damn sure isn't High School, but I'm starting over. Again.