the more things change..

I'm sitting in a park, downtown in my home town. Dopesick, lonely, bored.I curse my lack of memory. I can't think of anyone that's still in this town that I want to see. At least not that would want to see me. I'm sure there are people. I remember there being people there. I just don't remember anything about them. I've come to some interesting revelations in the past few days. I still don't know if they mean anything. My brother is a hippie now. He's gotten into all sorts of metaphysical shit. I don't know how to feel about that. There are things I want, but I don't know if I should want them. One thing I know for sure is I don't want to go back. I don't want to relive those 10 years. I want to want something. Who fucking cares anyway. I'm gonna get some icecream.