TIME.

IT DON'T HEAL A FUCKING THING.

Happy Easter.

Stupid holiday.

Running down.

7.

TURN AROUND.

Sometimes, New Jersey.

"The water was bitter cold laid in the raft till it started moving the current just sang, the song was so soothing we stopped along the way on a beach in the sun on a beautiful day
our boats collide, we'd feel the breeze
we'd stay afloat and make the most of everything
by noon we had swung the ropes in the woods
missed all danger, snakes and the floods
burnt by the rays and next to our legs, the water so bitter cold."

Sea Foam Green.

Saturday night my parents decided spur of the moment to let me go to the beach sunday-monday with my brother, his, girlfriend, and my mom. It was pretty much just what i needed after having a terrible week. I love the beach in the winter because everything's so much more empty. I took a walk on the beach for about an hour and my fingers almost fell off.

Today I went job hunting. I applied at about four different places in the mall and one in town. I think I have a job at Journey's but I don't think I wanna work there because they're moving the store and apparently if the manager doesn't like how I work with the move then I'm not guarenteed anything after that. Not only that but he was pretty intimidating so whatever. I like shoes but not that much. I partially only wanted a job there because it'd be sweet to have a discount on Vans. WHATEVER. I don't wanna have to get a job but that's life. Hopefully i get some call backs or something. If not I guess I'll spend another summer babysitting.


I just really really don't wanna grow up.