can't get no satisfaction.

another week gone by, closer to the day when he'll be 18. he doesn't quite feel ready for any of this shit. he's still too much of a pussy to talk to the people he needs to about the pressing matters in his life. every moment spent without them knowing breaks his heart a little more, every moment that she is near him and they haven't actually spoken about what is going on rips apart his soul. he can't stand this part where nothing is really known, where things are so uncertain. he's still waiting for a moment where everything is perfect, yet that moment never seems to come, something always interrupts before the moment has a chance to just be.  from his angle of life, the world seems a little bit obscure. nothing even remotely fits into what he perceived it all to be when he was but a small child. now that he's approaching the time in which things are starting to set out for the rest of his life, he finds that everything had become more difficult then it was made out to be when he was younger. there are so many things he never even dreamed of that need to get done.  <3 <3