Mkay. Long time since I last ranted, because I'm all out of ranty juice it seems. Ever since the odd cornering interventin thingie a few weeks ago I've gotten much more laid back and at least I think, happier. My stomach shitness is steadily getting worse and I hate getting pity for it. It may seem like I'm whining, but I'm just letting people know it's there, and leave it that. Hmm...What else to say. Brooke and I spend a massive lots time on the phone together, and I really enjoy that. Especially the part where my mom bitches at me because I talk to someone of the opposite sex. Woo. Hm...Oh. I actually have a bottle of cherry flavoured antacids now, so I should take a pic and load it as my myspace header...Not really much to say. Sara came over, and scared me. Laralyn needs to talk to me or I'm going to show up in the dead of night with a knife...Anyway. I've gotten more into singing, all I need is a way to record it, and the ability to play guitar, and I'm set. I've realized the that the self destructive things I used to do because of my stomach are stupid because many times, I could've died. What good would that have done?
Oh. I had the wierdest thought train today. My mom likes to tell the story of when I tried to run away when I was five, then laugh at me. Then I got to thinking, and if I ran away, I know exactly what I'd do. I'd go to Randall's for a day or so, then maybe switch between him and Jacob, just to keep my mom off my trail, and after making the right connections, I'd probably hide out at Brooke's or something for as long as she'd have me, and just keep switching until I could get a job. Then. Apartments are cheap. And I'm almost eighteen anyway.
In a perfect world.
 Captain_Cynic · Thu Jul 20, 2006 @ 12:23am · 3 Comments |
