All That Is Good

I've come home to find everything the same except for its differences. I've found myself in the same state. I am the same, I am silly, I like to make faces, I like to make noises, I like to make fun of you. Home is like that too, in similar ways. A gradual change began a while ago though and I am in full embrace of that idea; my experiences continue to evolve and evolve me. I am a Pokemon. I keep trying new things and they move me. I have a love of all things, but I can understand why you hate them. All things are good.

I'm so god damned motivated. I am reading and biking and playing guitar and DOING HOMEWORK and getting a job and going to class and I STILL PARTY TOO. I shouldn't expect this level of motivation to continue, I know myself too well to expect that; but it would be nice.

I like the way Jack Kerouac uses semi-colons.

It's just funny. I went to school all year not wanting to do a single thing, then I come home and WHAM, motivation smacks me in the face. It must be blamed on something, that's a weird way to say it; it must be brought on by something, something awesome.

God, I look cool. Maybe I should take down all the crucifixes in my room; they mean very little to me. I'm just scared. What if they represent something and when I take them down, a horrible curse will be placed upon me? I hate getting rid of things from my past; I'm incessantly nostalgic.

All that is good? Well that would be everything, I guess. Look at the ground below you. Isn't that nice?
That's so real.