Hopes

I've got all my hopes pinned on university , doing a course I want to enjoy, but the support I'm recieving from those closet is a pittance.
These people are meant to support whatever decision I make because they love me. They shouldn't guilt trip, or antangonise me for wanting to move away. Can you actually blame me for wanting to leave this area.
I guess that I hope to start afresh, go to a uni where I can just be anyone I want. Not the me that everyone knows here.
I want to meet people like me, have another 'friends is family' motto. I want people who have similar ethics on smoking , drugs , arguments as me.

I want maturity.

Is it so bad to want away all your adolescence?

When your young you want to drink, want to rebel, want to cry, want those shoes.

Why do we want so much when we reach maturity our life will be full of more needs than ever.
The need to pay the rent, the need to buy food, the need to get assignments done, the need to get god-knows how many part time jobs.

I should class myself as lucky for what I have at the moment.
Yet you never know what you have until it's gone.

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I hate knowing it's slipping away

I want it to suceed but I don't want it to be surrounded with that taboo subject . Should I give up my opinions to make this last? Try to comprise , or do something I don't wanna do?

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The Elite

The elite. In their self odour of power, looks and lives. Wouldn't you just love to be them, you yourself setting the master copy of societies behaviour.
Changing what's good and not good, deciding who is good or not good enough.
In the end. They are still shitbangers like the rest of us, except they live two separate lives..mummies boy and homeboy.
Face the facts, your mom probably still buys the majority of your clothes. so what of they are from topman. Your threads are sick to your mates? Thank your mom she got your back.
What about when your mother finds out About your behaviour, homeboy?
She won't see you as diddums then.
Why live two separate lives, be yourself because dear god you make life difficult to the outsiders.
And if you are being yourself . . . Well done , dickhead.


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I love him.

i love him because he loves me for who i am.
he understands me, i understand him.
we've got through so much without even one argument.

all i can say , is what made me so lucky to find him, have him?