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And you're invited! So the weather has taken a turn for the better. It's warm and it hasn't rained in a while... I fixed the seams on my old rucksac, they keep unstitching themselves, and always when I am carring something horridly heavy. I hope this time it lasts. I am planning a hike for Wednesday, the populus will be occupied down in the fiery pit of people, so escaping shant be hard. I think I will check out the boarded up shanty-town 5 miles east of here. But then again, people say that there are people living in the place, so maybe I won't. I'll likely just head out by the river and sit and maybe do some writing. I haven't been writing much lately, Grandma has been sick lately, so I've been cloistered away in my house for the last couple of weeks.. I hope she feels better soon, she says she is, but I doubt that. She's just an optimist. I am going to pack a snack for tomorrow and then hit the Hay, (Hay is for Horses).... Night. |
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Quick! Someone, I'm drowning. Drowning in self-pity and humanity loathing. I stand alone at the edge of an embankment, staring at the rocky and wet bottom and think of throwing myself over the edge. Figuratively of course. I am so confused. And swamped. Grandma is ill again, which has left me ill at ease. Why can't she just be good and healthy again. Life was much less anxious then. Found a picture of mom yesterday, which was poor timing. I was trying to find an old Nirvana C.D. and out fell mom. I cried for an hour, and then went for a trek into the backyard. I need friends, or at least something like it. All of these blue-blooded heartless monsters in khaki's and capri's with their neverending love lives are begining to make me ill. Very ill. |
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I did some sketching today. This evening actually. I drew a sad looking girl in a dress. It turned out quite nice. Then I had to go and ruin it with a cartoon-y joke bubble. I always do that, take something serious and throw some nasty laugh alongside it. Not that it is ever funny... I am going exploring somewhere completly new on Tuesday. I hope I'll meet some new people, but I know that I will seclude myself off, maybe I'll bring a pen, they're ought to be napkins. I must hustle off to dreamland, my muse awaits. Night sweet, sweet destiny. |
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My world is painted in hues of green and enrapturement. Spring is budding, it is attempting sputter rain drops. I love it when the sky is a sad shade of grey. Today has been okay. Grandma is not feeling any better, but she still wants to go on our trip at the end of the month. It'll be grand. Ha-ha. I am seventeen. Have not a friend in the world, besides my grandmother. And am uniquely happy. It's kinda pathetic. But, what are ya' going to do? I'll just keep going to school, keep drawing and writing, keep going on solo adventures, and keep listening to the atrocity I call music. Euphoric, I think that's the word. Or some celestial word, I'm just in a serene mood. Yes, serene. This was pointless, I know, but it's not like you (the big brother figure) actually reads this rad journal... |