i miss

my eyes are drooping. or droopy. either one. i never knew which expression was right. in any case, in the moments before i shall lay down to rest after a rather long, tiring but funfilled day, i shall contemplate the meaning of life...
just kidding.
basically, what's been on my mind lately:
do i want to be a normal teenager? ( oh and PLUS, define normal. yeah its impossible) or do i want something more? it's been an inside on and off debate/discussion/argument that has been bothering me ever since that night. basically what are my goals this coming year. do i want to compromise work and my future for fun nights that would soon turn into nightmares the morning after, or do i want to be a (close enough) hermit, concentrate? ( id like to add that there is no guarantee after this hermit-age either). conflicting, i know.

anyways, its late. i have a lot of things to think about. but knowing me, ill think about them for about the 2 seconds before my head hits the pillow and i'll crash.

xo,
h
p.s. extremely irate at mudda who ishnt letting me go a-hunting.
p.p.s. rewind to lazy river. 22 17-year-olds holding hands is kinda fruity.
p.p.s. cradle robbing anyone?