Wasteland.

There was a barren wasteland in my dream with a single road that streched into the distance leading up into the mountains. i walked forever on this road, and then at one point i decided to turn back. I sprinted back, running away from the mountains, then i woke up.
It leads to questions,
Would I have woken up if I reached the mountains?
What would I have found at the mountains?
Why did I turn back?
I don't know the answer to any of these.
But it makes a pretty solid metaphor for my life.

Everybody Makes Mistakes.

right?

Let's Kill Tonight

I wonder if I actually tried to die.

Jump.

Ill never become anything.
Especially when I can't even take the first leap.

Hello Again My Friend.

There are fractions of life that makes living seem difficult or just plain not worth it. Years of life can be like this, which is why I have come to an impasse. I want to leave, to get out of this place. But I full well know I can't just do that. I wouldn't survive, I couldn't survive, cause mainly part of me also wants to stay. I like it here. But do i like it here because its easy, or do I like it because I enjoy living here.......................(several thinking dots later) I think I like it because its easy. Because if I enjoyed it here I wouldn't be so annoyed all the time. I need a change, a change of people, a change of scenery, a change of life. But will I take action and try to seek out change? Probably and frustratingly not. why? Because simply I'm am immature 18 year old who doesn't know what he wants and my only solution to life is to avoid problems and run away. sigh.

On a super personal note. I might be meeting my father soon.
Dear unknown, but not for long.

Signing Off,
A Boy Brushed Red.
(yep. I'm that clever.)