*EDIT: I wrote the following a year ago, June 2015, shortly after graduating high school and entering an existential crisis I am sure will last the remainder of my life. Enjoy.*
I always thought that the second I could, I would get a one ticket out of my hometown. I remember being fourteen or fifteen and talking about how this town sucks you in and sucks the life out of you to the point where you go from being someone who could actually be someone to being someone who's completely fine with the prospect of no job prospect and the five year plan of coolers on a beach.
And now... I'm that person.
I'm friends with the "older kids" who get stuck in Rockaway. I guess it was naive of me to think this, but I never thought that it was going to be me. I never thought it was going to be my friends. I never thought that I would be a high school graduate, going to school nearby in the fall, and that I would be thinking about the next the five/ten/fifteen years and seeing this town in that vision of my life.
I don't know where I'm going with this. I just know that I'm scared shitless that I'm going to stuck here.
So, for now, the plan is to go to beach, write songs, and think about the next five years as they come.
