pretend

i love the imagination that kids have... i apparently don't have enough imagination, as ashlee evans once told me, not enough to play house... i found that ironic 'cuz i was a prostar at pretending... pretending to enjoy school, pretending to love kingston, pretending to do all these things hoping that they would rub off... a friend approached me and told me that i needed to stop that... i needed to take my hoodie off and be who i really was... yeah, things are different, but you have to admit it before you're able to deal with it... i find that to be common with a lot of my struggles... i try my best to cover it, whatever it may be.... but it's only until i admit that it's happening that things can go back to normal.... normal meaning me be myself... not necessarily the situation...

things are about to change.. hugely... as much as i say i don't like Queens and school and all.. i know i'm going to miss it... i hate campus, but i love kingston... we're about to enter fourth year... and then split off to who knows where... story of my life... note to self:... admit it now... otherwise by the time i get there, i'll have to start over like i did when i came to kingston...

don't pretend that things are the same... it'll only make things worse