The World

is spinning faster than i can control.

My hands are like butter, slipping on the grip.

I wish I knew what to do in my life, but really im stuck.

I know what I want, but I dont think that its best.

since when do i give a fuck about whats best?

"my mind moves like a freeway, fast as hell."

how do i catch up with myself?

or better yet...

how do i catch up with those around me?

Time

consumes me,

I'm ready for this year to go by. I want to surround myself with new people.

I want my freedom, I want my food stamps, I want my old anarchist self back.

reduce, reuse, recycle.

High school: you have literally eaten me alive. My morals have stayed the same, but my mouth has become a giant door, locked.

I want to scream, I want to say what I'm thinking.

I don't know what happened, I used to not give a shit.

If my mind was frustrated, It was announced with words and body actions.

what happened over the course of 3 years, why do I care?

I just want to love myself again, and I don't need anyones help but my own.