You’ll be the hardest thing to let go.
Just in a good fucking mood. Cheesin a lot. Schools almost over. Parties. Senior shit. These are feelings I won’t forget.
It’s funny because I was reminiscing with my mom about things I remembered as a kid. And they were always memories of me swimming in this indoor pool that I thought was sooo cool and going down a huge slide at the rocking chair resort. Any who we started talkin about how I go back to those places now and I see how lame they are. But it’s the way I felt. I remember it so vividly because I was so happy. By mom kept saying remember your trip to blah blah and this expensive this or that and all the luxuries. To be honest I barley do, because I wasn’t happy. Money cant buy me feelings like it can for my mom. I don’t care about money. I care about my friends and family.
Shut up - blink 182.
Wuddup.
Just get me the fuck out
