8:00 AM, on the dot, not so bright and early. Learning I cannot write without my favorite bigass mug of coffee and the cigs next to me. Starting off the day that never really ended with a crazy straw. Puppies staring at me. We're set. Here we go.
Dear Life,
You are crazy. But I am crazy. So it's okay. I have decided to only listen to songs that make me happy. It's gray today. So many things happening, with me in the middle of this bizarre as fuck orbit. It's just going going going, with lags every once in a while and it's left me tired. More and more I just don't know how I feel about things. It's all changing for me. Saying I hate life and fuck everyone or whatever seems silly now. Instead of drowning it's all goal oriented now. Sometimes it's "just get out of bed" and other times it's more "oh fuck where I am gonna go to college" but that's life. I feel dumb writing about these things but it's the real shit I'm feeling right now. Any adult would be like "well yeah you're a TEENAGER" but that pisses me off. Blahblahblah, I'm self absorbed. Ever made a snap decision and got politely but strictly told off? Well yeah.
Back now after a lunch and shopping trip with my dad. I love antique shopping, and I love buffets, and I love my Grandmother. Got some adorable bow ties that will now my hair clips for super cheap, AND a completely fabulous tiny red patent leather suitcase from the sixties. YES PLEASE! So cute. So I'm feeling pretty good, just so tired you feel sad from being slowed down. I need sleep.
Love and Loathing always,
Me.
