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.