some kind of hope

i wish i didn’t give two shits about you. 

sometimes i wish i could let go of everything, 

you, this, friends, family.

shit like this reminds me how much of a fuck up i am,

i hate this. 

if i could start all over i would. 

a new kit. 

a new meaning. 

when im out of this place,

go to school, 

work,

just kick it with my brothers all day, 

cuddle up with her<3, 

paint my room with fucking art so i wont have to stare at white walls,

can’t wait to grow up. 

scared. but fuck it. i’m done with this. 

come back, sleep with me, im to tired for all of this. 

affection is banned until further notice.

tired. 

homework and painting for today i guess. 

my parents want contact with me?

its been years since we sat down and talk. 

why don’t they leave it that way?

goodnight catching up with old friends is always best. (: 

it just hit so fucking close. 

i can’t imagine whats going through hes head. 

this was a huge wake up call.

rest in peace. 

fine arts (:

grant it im going to a community for two years (hopefully just two)

then ima try and get into otis or cal arts (:

life has just begun.