I get told I cuss too much. Its true though, so I guess sometimes its acceptable for someone to tell me I cuss too much. I mean, its not like I'm going to listen and stop cussing, because its like smoking I guess. Only when you kiss someone who cusses you don't look them in the eye and say, "You've been cussing." That only works with smokers and drinkers.
But all of this is so far away from what I actaully wanted to say.
My thoughts aren't too collected lately. Anyways, I've got shit to do. I mean, like, legit shit. I've had all these stupid (and probably really bad) ideas for pictures lately, and they just keep sticking themselves to the inside of my head. Like, with thumb tacks or whatever, and it sucks because I can't go out and take them.
What sucks even more is how I get told, "I blame Trevor for you not taking pictures anymore," by my mom, even after I tell her I'm sick of taking pictures around the house. But I'm not allowed to go out into town or the city to take my pictures. There are some awesome spots I wanna shoot at, and Trevor's said he'd be in them if I wanted him to. But no, mom won't let us out. Its like I'm caged here.
Am I 18 yet? I know some people want to tell me to live like a kid all I can, but I don't think you get it. I can't breathe in my house. I feel so uninspired there and when I'm in the car with Trevor or Rachel, I get all these feelings and I want to find a way to put them into images.

I don't know what I'm going to do. All I know is that I need to take pictures somewhere other than my home before I scream.