I'm guessing this is growing up.

I'm currently listening to The Used and nostalgia is starting to kick in. I miss my old home, and my old room, and the old me. I miss being impulsive, and the energy, and the lust for life. I just need to work on this because I've noticed that I'm so fickle when it comes to this matter. Don't get me wrong, I love my life but I'm being held accountable for so many things now a days and I guess that sucks. I've never been one for responsibilities and I've never been one for settling; it's a burden, it's baggage, it's unnecessary bullshit that I could certainly do without. I think that's a big part of the reason why I'm missing that old life I used to lead, because never once did I settle; except for with Chris and that obviously got me nowhere. I think I just need to get away. Birdie and I have made a plan for the next 6 months, and we're getting the hell out of here. I can't live my life in this tiny hole in the wall that I call my home. I wanna start living the life I'm suppose to lead, I just wanna feel homesick. Maybe I'm just ungrateful...
Anyway, I'm taking these next couple of days off to deep clean and rearrange my room, throwing away a lot of shit, I just feel overwhelmed with it all and I can't wait to finally be able to breath again.
I need a smoke, I need tea, I need to spend time with my pup, and I need fresh air. Good night :)

P.s. My Dad and grandmother should be here soon :)