Sometimes our visions of the world, life, and universe, are perceived in various details quite differently from another persons;sometimes there may just be hardly any difference at all. Though that may be stating the obvious I only wish to say that mine is ever changing. Currently I see life, and what it contains, to be an experiment. For example, if I hadn't stayed up so late into the hours of this morning would I have ever created my first type of blog through tumblr? Probably not. It may not sound like your typical experiment of trial and error, but at the moment I believe that my subconscious wanted to find for me something to some effort into, rather than the usual book reading of a character taking action that would have them thinking of rapid decisions or ideas. And through out the day it has searched for me to put effort into. So lets give this a try and see if I can handle it .
Of course I love you. I really do. I swear. But I just can not stand you! You with your new obsession of water. You and your nagging of going to bed. You and your constant wondering of where I go even after I tell you. You and your interruptions of my fun times. I make you sound like a regular mother, which is not what you are. You may have your moments of sanity, and I do mean moments, but other than that you’re pretty crazy. And I know you can’t really help yourself because of your mind set of your chemical imbalance. But really? Your paranoia should not be a factor in that, at all. Oh well, I guess it can’t be helped anymore than we are already trying. I do love you mom, I promise.
And it begins. It’s been about six days since we have talked, and I know I must make an effort to talk to you but I never have anything interesting to say. So I guess that we are now officially growing apart because it doesn’t feel like much any more. I do miss you though.
I really am pissed right now. I have to leave my own house to get my “friends” to leave? After I told them to leave and they didn’t take me seriously in the first place. Wow. And whats even better is that they went to the place I suggested after not wanting to go there? Awesome. Then they keep calling me to find out where I went to invite me to go there?? Fan-fucking-tastic. I got what I wanted, a drink from Dutch Bros. and you both out of my house. Then you both decide to show up again at my house? Fuck that. I should have parked in the back driveway. Then once you get back in my house I have to tell you, again, “Goodbye now.” Very very dense minds. I fucking swear. At least you are gone now.