Wakalele

A month and some days have gone by and i'm still finding my way round this world. Tired and stupid I feel like goin away on a vacation. Still finding a permanent job, wanting to study, wanting to learn a language, wanting to learn the drums. Many many things, but so little time. I lie saying I'm alright, I laugh when the world laughs at me back, I rebel when given advice, I suck it all in when you apologize, I think i'm crazy for doing all this, but I can;t change it, coz that's how it is. I wanna jump, i wanna scream, I wanna let my tears flow like a stream. I see you there, I want you back, but there's no way I'm turning back. I try to type normal, but it's just not real, you can tell by the top two lines I reeled. I hope it's just not me, I feel like it's a disease in the disguise of talent. I like the way I type it, but does anybody understands it. I try a new look, it worked once, but when i open my mouth, it just goes back to square one. I hate the way I talk, I hate the way I sing, I try to be what i'm not but what do I even wannabe? I think too much, I talk too much, I wanna be free like when i was younger so much. Now my mind is blocked, can't think coz i'm overthinking some stuff. Till i blog again on this spot, this is me signing off!