i've been staying away...

... why have i been hiding? i don't know. and i don't really feel like i've been hiding, for that matter. lately, i haven't really been interested in posting on this blog, and i don't know why that is. i've had lots of experiences worthy of a mention in a blog, but kind of felt like, c'est le point? erm, anyways. i really don't know why i am writing now except that i just read a little passage somewhere and thought it deserved a space on my blog. so i'm not going to go over what has happened to me since july 17 (although i will make quick mention that i did meet the jonas brothers..... best. day. ever., i decided what i want to be for halloween and have started working on my costume, and i had an interesting experience with a shrimp cocktail last weekend.) i don;t know what it is about this "poem" that caught my eye, it just kind of summed up how i've been feeling these past few months. where does the time go? why is it that nothing gold can stay? i watch people i love make the same mistakes over and over, and i can't do anything to stop it. where have my friends gone? i don't know them anymore. i continue to be baffled by the opposite sex, and the lack of just saying what you feel to someone else. when did words become weapons? why is a question an insult? why are we punished for wanting clarification? why do we make the same mistakes over and over again? why do i feel like i have to clean up other people's messes as well as my own? why do i have this sinking feeling that none of these questions have answers?

i am just going to post this little note and go. i don't know when i'll be back. maybe when i have something i want to say.

lollipops turn into cigarettes.
the innocent ones turn into sluts.
homework goes in the trash.
mobile phones are used in class.
detention becomes suspension.
soda becomes vodka.
bikes become cars.
kisses turn into sex.
remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing?
when protection meant wearing a helmet?
when the worst things you can get from boys were cooties?
dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero?
race issues were about who ran the fastest.
war was only a card game.
and the only drug you knew was cough medicine.
the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees.
and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow.
and we couldn't wait to grow up.