CIJS?
I don't know what I want. I mean... in an ideal world, I do know what I want. In this world, though, it's hard to say. What do I fucking want, dammit!? I really wish things could go back to the way they were. Everyone knew what they wanted and all things wanted went well together. Now one thing wanted doesn't go well with the other thing wanted, but I don't want to not have what was had before. It's like I had a carrot and I love my carrot. Suddenly someone says I can't have my carrot if I don't have a pickle, too. I don't want a pickle. I don't like pickles. Bad example. It's like I had a friend and I was told if I don't adopt that friend, they won't be my friend anymore. Well, fuck. What if I wasn't looking to adopt? I feel like I'm at the edge about to jump and I need to do it quick, but all I want is to step back and get back in my car.
Remember when we used to drink at the bar Sunday mornings and tell each other stories about pickles, and other adoptions? And we laughed, gave each other advice, argued, got drunk. You'd show me a face on your phone and I'd high five you. Heh. Now we're talking word salads. Eff.
I don't want to adult. I just wanna be in first grade and play tag with my friends. Adult friends are complicated. Anywho... I don't know what I want, yo. So like... here's the menu. Get whatever you want. It's on me. However... we don't have a secret menu like Starbucks, so stop asking. I'll hold on to this a few more minutes. I still don't know what to order. Heh.
I don't know what I want. I mean... in an ideal world, I do know what I want. In this world, though, it's hard to say. What do I fucking want, dammit!? I really wish things could go back to the way they were. Everyone knew what they wanted and all things wanted went well together. Now one thing wanted doesn't go well with the other thing wanted, but I don't want to not have what was had before. It's like I had a carrot and I love my carrot. Suddenly someone says I can't have my carrot if I don't have a pickle, too. I don't want a pickle. I don't like pickles. Bad example. It's like I had a friend and I was told if I don't adopt that friend, they won't be my friend anymore. Well, fuck. What if I wasn't looking to adopt? I feel like I'm at the edge about to jump and I need to do it quick, but all I want is to step back and get back in my car.
Remember when we used to drink at the bar Sunday mornings and tell each other stories about pickles, and other adoptions? And we laughed, gave each other advice, argued, got drunk. You'd show me a face on your phone and I'd high five you. Heh. Now we're talking word salads. Eff.
I don't want to adult. I just wanna be in first grade and play tag with my friends. Adult friends are complicated. Anywho... I don't know what I want, yo. So like... here's the menu. Get whatever you want. It's on me. However... we don't have a secret menu like Starbucks, so stop asking. I'll hold on to this a few more minutes. I still don't know what to order. Heh.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian