graveyards rule (not)

hi again,

i'm not so sure what these little personal blogs are doing for me, other than getting my thoughts out while i'm chilling on the web. better than an instagram note or something, lol. i'm making a website right now, 20 bucks to whoever can find it ! (all promises made on this blog are non-binding, btw). 

every so often i get these horrible waves of sadness, and i'm not sure why. i visited my friend the other day. it took me 20 minutes to find him, and when i finally did i started breaking down. the place he's laid to rest is so unkempt, it feels like. being in a graveyard is such a contextualizing experience. the one in our town is so close to major roads. is that how it is everywhere? i'd personally hate to be at so much unrest. i don't like to think about my death too much.

summer break has been sooo boring. i never really think about how much it affects me except for when i'm all alone in my house. kinda worried about my future. but who doesn't worry about all that kind of stuff? i have to kind of split those things up, between what i should and shouldn't be worried about. i know i have friends, and i know everyone else is probably doing the same thing i'm doing. i hang out with my girlfriend, everything is okay. i think that's probably all you can do as a teenage boy. i work, too, so those things aren't so unbearable i guess.

while i was up there i couldn't help but notice how much construction they're doing. i guess making more space for people. isn't that horrific kind of. you can see it when you're going down the highway, but its one of those things you can't notice until you see it once.

anyway, howz your summer going, spacehey. i hope it's as good as mine.

see you