like a bird in the sky, i'm so high.

i want to take life slow, one sip at a time. and yet i can't help but find myself thinking "i wish this would hurry up" and just be done with me. i mean, what's the point? you try and try the best you can and no matter what it just comes back around to bite you in the ass (excuse me). i haven't collected my thoughs, forgive me. i wish i could express how i am feeling. one minute i'm perfectly fine and content. and then two seconds after i feel like the most pathetic thing on earth. and then its like some depression monster has got a hold of me. i think its the people in this town, or lack there of. full of not-so-good people, some say. i think that my head may be full of salt water. i need Peter Pan's number so i can learn how to fly. life seems to be full of heartbreak and it is not holding anything back lately. growing up isn't so easy anymore. i have a great image in my head of what i want or maybe even need my life to look like. now all i have to do is just paint the picture with reality.