Future Life
I don't want to leave my town. I love my friends, or some of them at least. They mean a whole fucking lot to me. Even if one of them has moved away, and another I barely ever see... crap I barely see any of my friends. Except one. Maybe.
Since the end of highschool I've always said to myself "my friends are my real family"; mostly because this family here feels so cold and... I don't know. Disconnected. Mum and dad love are going to stick together, they have a good relationship, but I guess the rest of us are so unconnected and... unfamilial. Its tragic, sure. Another thing I've always thought is "its less of a family and more of a group of people who eat and sleep in the same house". We've lived in this house for 20 years (fuck) and this shitty plot of brick and weatherboard is probably more sentimental than something. Idk. I can't wait to leave this house.
I wish I could live with my friends. They actually make me happy. Coming home from work or Uni to see a friend... someone you actually wanted to see, someone you could actually be yourself with - damn, it sounds amazing. I want to live with people who don't judge me. I feel constantly 'watched' here - I can't be myself at all. My whole home personality is a flat uninteresting bore (drill). h8 this.
I like fucked up music and art. I can't even joke around here. My bedroom is either below-freezing or crammed full of junk (or, both). I want to get out but I really only want to get out if I can find friends to live with. I am shy and socially inept and fuck I'd suck at living with real people. I want to live with my friends.
Since the end of highschool I've always said to myself "my friends are my real family"; mostly because this family here feels so cold and... I don't know. Disconnected. Mum and dad love are going to stick together, they have a good relationship, but I guess the rest of us are so unconnected and... unfamilial. Its tragic, sure. Another thing I've always thought is "its less of a family and more of a group of people who eat and sleep in the same house". We've lived in this house for 20 years (fuck) and this shitty plot of brick and weatherboard is probably more sentimental than something. Idk. I can't wait to leave this house.
I wish I could live with my friends. They actually make me happy. Coming home from work or Uni to see a friend... someone you actually wanted to see, someone you could actually be yourself with - damn, it sounds amazing. I want to live with people who don't judge me. I feel constantly 'watched' here - I can't be myself at all. My whole home personality is a flat uninteresting bore (drill). h8 this.
I like fucked up music and art. I can't even joke around here. My bedroom is either below-freezing or crammed full of junk (or, both). I want to get out but I really only want to get out if I can find friends to live with. I am shy and socially inept and fuck I'd suck at living with real people. I want to live with my friends.
