FUCK
I went out last night…
i got up at 6 to write an essay for my 830am class.. its now 8 and i have a paragraph left… why do i do this to myself?
do you remember;
how when you were a kid, playing was just as natural as breathing? there were no rules in playing, no guidelines or requirements. you just set out in the backyard with your friends, regardless of temperature or time of day, and you played. playing carried no limitations, and at all times of the day, playing was a plausible option to pass the time.
it was about creativity, making shit up and getting the greatest enjoyment out of simplicity.
I basically refuse to grow up. and I really want to go outside every day after school and play in the snow, or pretend the ground is lava, or pretend the woods behind my house is a magical kingdom, or run around acting like a pokemon. but I’m sixteen, and none of my friends want to play anymore. everyone’s all grown up now, they have an image to uphold. they don’t want to be caught having innocent fun, or they’re too tired, or they don’t feel like doing anything right now.
well why the fuck not? why is everyone in the world under the impression that they become someone important after they grow up? why the fuck is everyone so afraid of make-believe? why is innocence a bad thing? why the fuck is playing so silly anymore?
Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much more from them.’
I seem to tumblr only at the latest hours.. or earliest!
OHHHHHHHHHHHHH. GOOD MORNING OR GOODNIGHT WORLD!



