I have an incredible urge to, without a thought, hop on a plane and fly to where ever my heart desires. Spending every penny to venture into a new land, travel the world, and start an entirely new and fresh journey. Adventure awaits the bold.
I can honestly say I’m the worst when it comes to jealousy. I want you; I want you to myself. I’m selfish, and I don’t like sharing at all. I’d like for my significant other to at least try to keep me from being jealous. Deflect the things that can cause my jealousy to kick in because I hate showing that side of me. It’s not pretty when I’m jealous.
The good stuff in life won’t just trot its way to you. You have to put in blood, sweat, and tears to get what you really want out of life. Without effort, there will never be success. No pain, no gain.
I’m the type of friend that won’t throw bullshit at you constantly. I won’t leave you hanging. I’m not gonna diss you to go hang out with some other niggas out of the blue. I’ll invite you places when I know you might be interested in going. I consider your feelings in the things I do. I’m not gonna blurt shit out that’s gonna make you feel uncomfortable or upset. You can tell me things without worrying about me blabbin’ about it to other people. If shit goes down, I got your back. Basically, I’m a real friend. It might not seem like it, hahaha, but I got you.
I’m growing up. I can see it. I’m about to become a freshmen in college. I just dropped my sister off on her first day of 4th grade. My little cousin ventures into kindergarten tomorrow. I see everyone moving onto the next level of high school becoming freshmen, sophomore, juniors, and even taking my place as a senior. I actually want a job because I NEED money. I wish life was so much more simple. I wish the tattoo on my heart actually let me have no worries. I have worries. I worry about the tough times ahead of me. College work, Major selection, Career choices.. I have so much ahead of me.Do you want to know what I’m afraid of? the future. I don’t want to let anyone down.. not me, not my friends, and especially not my parents. I’ve been through so much in my life. I just want to stop.. stop growing up. I can’t handle the pressures of becoming an adult. I know. I’m immature! That’s just who I am, but when I need to be, I’m sure, I’ll mature, but for now, I just want to be that kid.. that enjoyed life and didn’t worry. The kid that found meaning in Hakuna Matata. If I could live in Neverland, you bet anything, I would.