i sat in the car on the way home from school, wondering if my dad had made it home all right and if i’d get to talk to my brother who was off at school later that day. it was in that moment of solitude that i realized who i am, or was at that particular moment. to say one is himself in the most general way is to simply give him a name, but honestly i feel like i am more than one person because i can never make up my goddamn mind. so i sit at red lights, convincing myself that it’s ok to turn right because there is room for one more in the next road i’ll be on. i guess in some sort of shitty cliche one could say life is a series of roads or even rooms that one goes through, and i am always slightly unsure when i am to leave my current room to take on some new and wonderful adventure. i want nothing more than to stay in this room forever and give up the labyrinth of decisions that lay ahead of me in the future. how cowardly i must seem to everyone, even i feel like i am a fool for not knowing what i want in life. though, all i do want is to know what i want. and then to go forth in an attempt to achieve whatever it is that i want in life and learn and love as much as i can on the way. i hope on the last day of my life, i can reach my goal and slip into a deep, satisfied rest.
congrats baz luhrmann. you’ve made the great gatsby look like a shit story.
the goddam pot slipped and i dumped all of the boiling water right onto it. i feel so good now!
there was a black widow crawling on my leg, and i caught it. now, what do i do with a black widow?