in the interest of spontaneity........

slowly i learn not to make plans.

perhaps i should know by now that my life comes in unpredictable bursts.

slowly i learn to accept this.

perhaps its time to reject the standards of society and assume my own course.


i dont even see the point anymore in trying to make plans ahead of time for me, because its always a dismal failure. where will i end up this summer? who in hell knows. i don't. i thought i had an inkling and then it went out the window. i suppose theres no point in getting my hopes up for things that I would know about months in advance, because the truth is they won't happen.

is it wrong to feel that going home is not an option?
does it even matter to me if it is?
didn't i give that up a while ago?


i guess the real question is, do I even really want to know where i'm going?