I’m not sure what I want to write about tonight, but I feel like I want to write about something. I can’t say that I will decide though...
Maybe about passing time in a steamy windowed car. Maybe about being at work and totally not feeling it. How about awkward discussions with parents. How about watching a barn burn to the ground, while ambers filled the air. How about how it was one of the most beautiful sights ever. How about how great it is to have friends who care. Maybe the dream where I saved myself and let a whole train filled with people die. How about the long and old looking washroom in my dream, and the creepy janitor.
My parents are away next weekend, and I have the car as well. This makes me happy, are you all invited over? Of course.
Am I still a spoiled brat? I wonder. Why do I dislike being around my parents? Why do they force me to lie, I’m the worst liar and I know they know. I can’t wait until I’m settled into the next section of my life, after school is done, after I find a job, after I find a home, and after it all feels right and I like it. New things are scary, and there are so many new things ahead. Scary things are exciting. From that comes great things. I don’t want to lose anything, just gain more.
Is this where I say ‘that’s life’. Ya, it is.
That’s life;P
