sing out your joy

i've never been very good with writing down my actually feelings. somewhere between my inner thoughts and my finger tips (or tongue) the meaning gets lost. and i end up with a vague idea of what i am feeling. sometimes i wish someone could just listen to my thoughts and tell me if i am being crazy or rational or just understand me that much better.

this move is starting to scare me. i know it shouldn't but it really is. i am ready. i'm not backing down i just wish i knew that everything will be okay. i feel like my first move was just a little test. to prove to myself that i could one day go back to the city and make it. make it my home. but there are still things i am going to miss. my parents for one. i love them and as much as they have bugged me over these past 10 months they are the most supportive and loving people and i couldn't ask for better parents. i feel like something big is about to happen. like my whole like is about to change and that's what scares me. it isn't knowing that i am leaving things behind. it is more of the fact that something bigger is going to become my life. it scares me that this time i don't know what ti expect at all. we are going without jobs (kind of), no school, no reason to be there. except to be people that we always talk about being, but never get to be.

38 days left at work. fuck yeah.

if time is measured in memories
don’t set your clock to misery
the clicks should come from what you got
and not the things that you lost