Time

It's been a very long time since I last posted. I'm really not sure why I even keep this poor thing going. I mean, it's 2015. Why not give it a rest?

Well, I'm a stubborn person. My attachment to this compels me to update at least once a month, maybe less. Just keep the life support going on this ancient relic.

Although, if I really think about it - was seventh grade really that long ago? Has it really been a long time since I was a twelve-year-old piece of shit? Not really, no. I'm not even fifteen yet.

If it was so recent, why does it feel so far away? What's the point of aging anyways?

They keep pushing to think ahead, to get a plan early. I'm fourteen, I don't know what I want to do!

Please stop pushing me. I look at the three years I've got left of high school and it's starting to feel more like three days.

I was decorating my room the other day, with pages from a magazine. I looked around at everything and thought, "Why am I even bothering to do this? I'll be going away soon enough."

Don't I have time? Isn't that what people always say, "you're only in _ grade, you have time to figure it out!" Is there no time left now that I'm nearly a sophomore?

Please don't push me anymore. I'm so tired, but there's no time to sleep.
-Mark

Addam's Family

Opening night for Addam's Family is on Friday.

Not really worried, though. It just feels like it's going to be another night of sitting backstage and moving things on and off.

...That's really it.
-Mark