moggie

I think I may have gone a little insane. Things are moving ever so slightly and my name is being spoken by familiar people who are not there. I swear my anime statue just winked at me. Maybe I'm overreacting. It's just a trick of the eye. The voices are normal. I had them since... well forever. It's probably just nothing.
Yesterday was wierd. I spontaneously decided to see my family. Taking the route through the Tamborine Mountains as I had to avoid the motorway. Beautiful and picturesque. The view of the coast was amazing. The rainforest was spectacular. The Tamborine Waterford road though was shit. I hate the dry outback feel. That's where the looks started. Those looks like I have the plague. I was riding my Vespa in thier Holden/4WD world. Those looks followed me through to Logan. I couldn't stop laughing on the inside. I could never fit in there and that's where I grew up. I found it particurally funny that I know they were thinking "what a fag" when they were the ones wearing the fluroyellow shirts. Wouldn't they think that was pretty "gay" wearing that shirt? I don't think I'll undertsnad them. I just hope they're happy being themselves.
I spent last night with my Dad and his nieghbours. Listening to stories of past regrets and what I should do with my life like thier life was already over. It was quite depressing.
My Dad has only one girlfriend now but they're having trouble and I came up with some brilliant advice. I don't know where it came from but it was the best thing to say. He told me that he was amazed of how mature I have become. That meant alot to me.
The urge last night was really crazy. It was so dark. I could barely see anything. Riding through strage cold and warm pockets of air. The eerie red glow in my mirrors. The strange dark shadows that seem to swoop behind me. The feel of drizzle hitting my face. The engulfing fog lit up from my light. The cold air whipping my face. The view of my home all lit up was beautiful. I wanted to be home. I should be used to it by now. Thinking about it, I have strange urges all of the time. I guess it shows that I try to get what I want and I wanted to be home.
I don't think I'll leave the coast for a long time.
All I want to do now is curl up in someone's lap and have my head stroked.