rambles, poems, braindroppings, and stories

im looking forward to the beginning of september. i love the empty beaches, the cool but still warm weather, and the exit of the bennys and rich college kids who you went to high-school with.

all these questions inside my head confusing daily thoughts. growing ever great. just let go. accept that you have little control and try to make a difference in the world. being the good guy is always a shitty job with less than minimum wage. i got so many dreams and i might have to pass them by because im better than that. it's so hard, this life.

be quiet and dont confess my secrets coz ill do anything to hide from it all- the longer i wait the more pressure i feel. less places to hide and the lonelier i am. no girl at the end of the tunnel only darkness and coldness. voices inside my head yell sardonic jokes and laugh at my innocence. hope is lost.

im an atheist and yet i have faith in many forms of life. so what if i dont believe in a god? i still strive to be a good person while fucking up on the way. as i grow older i travel deeper in my own imaginary world and form delusional beliefs on the significance of my life. but seriously, i respect good people who are religious because in some ways i am that same person minus the religion. i hold on to a good book like it is my salvation to a better life, and i hope that i can be a better person before i go to hell for being an atheist.