hallelujah.

"i heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord, but you don't really care for music, do ya?"

In 2 days I will officially be 24 years old. 24 I heard it's a good year. I really don't feel like a grownup. I still feel like I'm at home when I'm at my parents house eating dinner, more so than when I'm at my own house. All I ever want to do is smoke pot and ride my bike. Listen to records. Draw pictures. I can't imagine myself changing because I'm older, or turning into a "grown up".

My job is depressing me. It makes me sick that I used to talk about how I'd never work at a job like this and now here I am, a slave to the money I make and no longer able to survive on any less.
still in debt, no way out.
The fact that sometimes I have to design advertisements makes me throw up in my mouth. Even the fun stuff is corporate bullshit. It's sad when your ideals are compromised by just.. needing the money. I never thought 19.00 an hour would ever seem like not enough, but it's not.
to be young and free again.

"And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"