Racing with no direction.

Today we did a lot of thinking out loud. What's coming up? Senior Prom. Graduation. One of the two I really care not to attend. Prom, I mean. You can ask me why and I don' t think I'd be able to tell you out loud.

Sometimes people ball up in their insecurities. They live in the thought that they can never be the best at anything, or even decent. Constant paranoia-- are these really my friends? Why am I sitting here alone? And they can do what I'm doing-- talking about it like I know. But hey, I'm trying to speak in the third person okay. So yeah. They can ration it all out in their puny minds. Can't act this way. These are the best days of our lives. And what is really, truly scary is that these may very well be the best days of their lives. Man...after this, they're on their own. Living begins. Truly living. Right now we're in our own sheltered lives--sheltered by love, censorship... people we call friends. What now if we can't even handle it while we're sheltered? We'll just be broken, I guess. We, the unfortunate few, who believe that we don't deserve anything good, and that we might as well have deserved the bad. Here we are...time forces us to be exposed to the violent winds of age. I can lie and say that that's all well and good. But the truth is...man, I think I'm one of the most hopeful people you'll ever know without ever really knowing.