All that shimmers in this place

The world does not stop for anybody.

Because even when you die, the world keeps adding in more people. It's amazing, and it's freaky to think after that, that's it. We are all simply just numbers in the population that will be subtracted and replaced with another human being. Another number. The population does not go down. It keeps going, and keeps growing, every single second.

But it's a shock isn't it?
There really isn't enough time to waste.
While we're still a number in the growing population, all we can do is enjoy it.

I am so excited. And my only reason is because I'm alive.

You'll forget who, or how, or why, or when

I have come to a conclusion.

I am always trying to change people. I am beyond tired of all of your materialistic views on everything. I understand, having nice things, it's great. I love it too. Have those nice things, love those nice things. But I do not understand letting it become your whole life. It's things like that, that make me want to bust into peoples minds and try to change it up. I am always trying to fix their problems. I try to make living examples, actual occurrences, to prove to them that they're wrong. And it's wrong. It's so wrong of me. I'm always trying to show them a better way of living. I always view myself as superior. I look at myself, and am proud of my way of living, and start to think everyone should feel like I feel. Everyone should live like me. But really, you can't ever change anybody. You cannot change somebodies culture or their way of seeing things.

And so this time it's going to be different.
This time there isn't going to be a big mess of an ending.
This time I'm not going to point out to you that your way of living is wrong.
I'm just going to chose to not be a part of it.

The low fuel lights been on for days, doesn't mean anything

I live for nights like last night.
I love making weekdays feel like weekends. I love road trips, even if it was just to Portland.

Red, yellow, and green lights shining through the car.
Headlights passing by, projected on our faces.
Music blasting, feeling the bass.
Eye contact through rear view mirrors.
Telling stories and talking about nothing to pass time.
All the things we bought sitting in the back seat.
And knowing that we're on our own. It's true that once you start driving, the world feels like it's yours. It was my first road trip with my car, and it feels like I'm unlimited on the places I can go.

I love looking for nothing but adventure. I love the small things that give me such a big rush. I take back complaining about my job and how much time it takes up, because it makes my free time with my friends so much better than it was before. And it helped me with things that I would never be able to achieve in the past.

Solo Impala (take the money and run)

I have a thick wallet
But hardly any free time to do anything on the weekends..
I mean, even my sundays, I'm working all night.

I get off work, and then have a couple hours until every one ends the night.

I keep repeating over and over in my head what Mon said last night
and keep getting more pissed off about it.
"So for summer working plans.. You're going to be in Eugene most of the time?"

Goodbye to a long trip in Idaho, seeing my mom.
Goodbye all the roadtrips I planned.
Hello to only having three days out of the week free.

I have no bills to pay. I am sixteen. I don't have any money responsibilities yet. I took this job to feed my hunger for my expensive living taste. It's deceiving. You get the money, and then all of a sudden all of the things you desired aren't as appealing as they were before. It's so easy to get sucked in to believing money is all you need. I'm chasing it, and missing out on plenty of things that I'd like to be in on, and it's only my third week of working.

So let me try to find the good in this..
What exactly am I working for again?..

Can you find all that you stand for

Whenever things get going good for me, people throw a ton of negativity my way. And it doesn't work. What you were saying to me in class today was getting you all worked up for nothing. And you laugh loudly so I'll hear you. And you start stuttering when you speak. And you might as well stop and let yourself calm down. Because your plan is not working. Because even if your attempts did make me unhappy, it wouldn't make you happier yourself. Because once you realize me being weak, makes you feel stronger, you realize that your energy is wasted on hating me. You realize you care much more than you want to.

We never ended anything on bad terms.
And I'm not going to stop being nice to you, because I want to keep it that way.