Cold lips and hands

Its 7:23 pm, I'm listening to some Simon and Garfunkel because I heard some early at Wendys with Xavier and Jalima and it set the mood for the rest of the day for me. The weather is nice for once, i like the frost bite burning my lips every time I lick them and i like my hands bare, almost purple, numb at the touch. Its late in the day and all of you are well on your way. Today in french class, while i was supposed to be studying for an exam, i decided to let my mind wander off to other matters. I was thinking of how much i yearn to graduate and break down all these fences. But im still so young and that bugs me. I hate it when people bring up my age like if dreaming too young is some sort of an issue. I hate all these taboos, having to do with age. Then again, only a young un would say all of this ahahah.
I wonder how many people out there read this and take it as a joke. I'm probably making someone crack up at how pathetic I'm coming off. Maybe they're right. But who cares?
One day all of this will seem to me as petty matters, one day all these boys will be nothing but a laugh. One day ill wake up without a care in the world.