-Icarus Greer
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
I remember
The things I do remember: The house I grew up in. I lived in a few different houses growing up but one sticks out, it's the only place I remember feeling like an actual home. I remember thinking beer tasted like soda, until my dad let me try a sip and I discovered the regretful truth. I remember my first kiss, I remember sharing my first/last cigarette with 6 other people, I remember every time I my mom cries because of me, and I remember hating myself.
The things I don't remember: I don't remember why stopped talking to the only girl who has ever wanted to date me. I don't remember ever wanting to do drugs. I don't remember what I wanted to do with my life for the past few years. I don't remember what my thoughts were when I was rejected because of my religious beliefs, and just saying, you didn't know what they were you just what they weren't. I don't remember why I ignored the only person that has ever cared about me as much as i cared about them.
The things I don't remember: I don't remember why stopped talking to the only girl who has ever wanted to date me. I don't remember ever wanting to do drugs. I don't remember what I wanted to do with my life for the past few years. I don't remember what my thoughts were when I was rejected because of my religious beliefs, and just saying, you didn't know what they were you just what they weren't. I don't remember why I ignored the only person that has ever cared about me as much as i cared about them.
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Sunday, November 2, 2014
When I go to college, i'll die.
When I get married, i'll die some more.
When I have my first kid, i'll die even more.
When I retire, i'm dead.
My life will eventually be the death of me.
The one thing i don't want is to fall into my own life.
We only get one life, but i already messed up everything.
I'm almost done with high school and I feel like I've barely left my house since elementary school.
My dad has all these stories from his high school days.
I just think about what stories i'll tell my kids, but i don't have any.
Anyone reading this probably just thinks i'm a shy loser who's too afraid to ask anyone to hang out.
But i've tried hard to make friends.
Everyone has an excuse not to hang with me.
But, i don't really care what other people think tho.
Sunday, October 12, 2014
HoW 2
How to be a slave to society:
1. Make yourself look good, but don't stand out.
2. Get a car. You can't be ride a bike! (bikes are only for working out and kids.)
3. Get a nice house in a new suburb that used to be a forrest.
4. Get a job like accounting or marketing.
5. Drink starbucks.
6. Date someone.
7. Scroll through Facebook like a brainless zombie, liking post by people you couldn't care less about.
8. base your opinions of what other people think, not what you think.
How to know if you're a slave to society:
1. If you lie to yourself
Sunday, October 5, 2014
colors
I sit there, in the dark, changing colors.
When you flip the light switch my eyes bleed
and i respectfully ask for the lights to be left off.
No, you're not ugly, it's just that your face brings me to reality.
And reality hurts.
When you flip the light switch my eyes bleed
and i respectfully ask for the lights to be left off.
No, you're not ugly, it's just that your face brings me to reality.
And reality hurts.
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