ever since my parents and I agreed that I’d drop out, they’ve been asking me what I’ll be doing with myself when I move back home. My answer fluctuates depending on my mood, between joining a nudist commune, becoming a traveller of sorts (street artist? new orleans!), starting a lamp business and/or just staying put and working, devoting all of my efforts toward producing activist art and literature (I want to start writing! and it’s about time I got off my ass and did something about everything I disagree with…)
depending on my mood.
DEPENDING ON MY MOOD.
do you know how free I feel?
thank you universe for giving me this freedom, I am extremely lucky. Thank you dad for also dropping out of college so that I’m not the only one looking bad in a family full of people with their fancy PhDs and Masters…. and thank the nature of being eighteen that I’m not entrenched in the silly routine that adults call life! aaah.