Don't look back, Wont look back

I think I am in the wrong town. I just don't fit in Northern Virginia, with all the prom queens and the Lacrosse jocks, the total bros. I just don't work this town. I don't work with the car mechanics and the potheads. I hate smoking weed. I don't work with the fake and the impoverished. I got spoiled as a kid, I love nice things, I am sorry.

I don't think I'm better than you.

I just know that I really don't fit in.

I've tried. I've dated the cheerleaders. I've drank with the bros, I've rocked with the musicians. It just doesn't fit. Maybe I'm a loner. Maybe I am not supposed to fit anywhere. But I really don't think this is the right town for me.

Who knows maybe I fit in a demographic that I have never even thought of trying. I know I am not into sports, you catch me watching a chick flick before you catch me watching ESPN.

I never tried out for a school play, who knows maybe I'm the next big actor. Never tried acting before.

I want to move. I want to get out of Northern Virginia. The college thing just isn't working for me and I don't see myself stuck in a nine to five for the rest of my life. I don't see myself jumping into a family and just trying to make it through for the rest of my life. My gut says fuck it and jump on a plane to Los Angeles. Maybe some LAX would mature me. Make me grow up a little bit.

Pack a bag and don't look back.

I'm good at three things.

1) Spending money

2) Lying and bullshiting

3) Talking to girls

Now tell me what line of work does that put me under. I am pretty sure I don't want to be a male gigolo so lets rule that one out.

I just need a change of pace, and as I said before my gut says to just leave. Leave after everything is settle so that means July 17th I could be on a plane out to try and figure out my life.

I don't think I have the balls to do that. I'm not even twenty yet. Why do I feel like I am though. I just want to fast forward to twenty five.

Its been extremely confusing for me for the past few months. Want one thing, want another. I'm going to figure it out and if a year in a strange city is what I need. So be it.

Who knows?

Guess I got till July 17th to figure it out.

For tonight, goodnight.