written from my rooftop

Heavy grey clouds

coat the sky

with only one

beam of Sunlight

piercing to the

ground.

Get out of here,

Sun,

you're ruining

my perfectly

depressing day.

I'm bad at drawing.

I don't like people. Let me make that more specific: I don't like stupid people.

Wait, let me specify that a bit more. I don't like stupid people who go to Allen or are customers/employees at Yocco's and make me hate the world a little bit more.

But when customers are really nice to me, I feel bad for secretly hating them. But then the next dickwad in line steps up and I get over it real quick.

Growing Older

I want to live a comfortable life like my parents when I grow older, but I don't ever want to settle down. I want to do something artsy, but make money. I want to go on adventures, and never fall into monotony. I want to go to a heaven, but never sell my soul to a church. I want to waste my life, but have fun with it. I want to get to live my own live.

Realizing what a boring person I am.

So, I realized that all the interesting and arsty people were posting interesting and artsy stuff up on these things, and thought maybe I should start one, too. Now I'm realizing I have nothing interesting to post. And nothing really artsy, either.