forever youngish.

It's kind of ironic that I'm listening to "Brightly Wound" by Eisley at this very moment. Why, you ask? Well, let me tell you. There's a lyric in the chorus that goes "I shall never grow up." The irony of this lyric is the fact that at this very moment I am writing this, I am swinging on, well, a swing at the lamest park I know.My best friend, Emilee, and I have been coming here since...let's just say forever. I've always had a love/hate relationship with it, but between me & whoever even reads this, a piece of me has always longed to be here. It's small but mighty. Two real swings, two baby swings, a slide, and one of those weird climbythings. Pretty lame, right? Yeah. That's what I thought.These last couple of days have been pretty alright, to be honest. If I were a pessimist I would've said they sucked, with the exception of my birthday party on Sunday. Good thing I'm no "glass half empty" person. But today, I don't know. Today just shot me down. Don't get me wrong, I've been expecting it. But I just felt like I needed to get the hell out of my little bubble of a world. Yesterday, it was through riding my dad's old bike for the first time in roughly a year. But, you guessed it, today I ended up alone at my crap park listening to my "Depressingish" playlist. (right now "3am" by Matchbox Twenty is playing.)So, I ask you, where do you go to get out of your world? Maybe it's an attic. It could be the best playground you've ever been to. Even your best friend's backyard.(p.s. I'm doing this through my ipod, and I have pictures to go along with it. I'll let y'all know when they show up.)