OH SHIT ITS MONDAY TOMORROW

I think i'd like to go back to when i was younger. When i could sit in this room and look at the ceiling and see stars through the boundaries that now constrict my view of a place beyond my window. Boundaries, boundairies. When you are young they mean nothing. When you are a teenager they should not mean anything, but they do, because the difference is you see them. When you break through limits, you are concious of it. You know the consequences. You know the implications. And when you are young, you see no boundaries. And so there are none