There is a strange bug in my room, it's either a messanger of the government with a microphone placed in it, or it's a wasp. Either way it's pulling my sanity apart like fitting too small of a elastic band around a poster.
Right now my concept of time has reached a unique state that only can happen during summer time. Y'know how you don't give a shit about your refridgerator until it breaks? Well you don't give a shit what you could be doing with your time until you're out of it. Right now there is no rush to do anything, all the days are blending into one another, and i'm really just living moment to moment. But I can already see ahead what it is going to be like at the end of the summer. Getting that punched in the stomach feeling when my summer is going to end because I've gotta go back to school. "Time" by Pink Floyd definitely would be an appropriate soundtrack to that situation.
But as for now, as in to how far i can see ahead at this point, I don't have to work until monday. Which feels damn good. I'm going to sneak a few cheap vodka and (insert whatever is in the house to mask the taste of vodka) because my alcoholic parents aren't going to be able to tell the difference at this point.
I never mentioned that about my home life, have I? Well yea, my parents are a night drinkers, to the point where i've mixed up my mom being drunk at night when she was only sleepy because whenever she's sleepy---she's usually drunk. It is what it is at this point, and it is been a part of my life where I really don't notice it any more.
This damn journal is sounding negative when it really shouldn't, because I really don't feel negative at all right now.
Why is it that because we're supposed to be happy with everyone, we tend to associate all our "personal" feelings with our negative feelings, just because we can't show those to everyone?
Right now my concept of time has reached a unique state that only can happen during summer time. Y'know how you don't give a shit about your refridgerator until it breaks? Well you don't give a shit what you could be doing with your time until you're out of it. Right now there is no rush to do anything, all the days are blending into one another, and i'm really just living moment to moment. But I can already see ahead what it is going to be like at the end of the summer. Getting that punched in the stomach feeling when my summer is going to end because I've gotta go back to school. "Time" by Pink Floyd definitely would be an appropriate soundtrack to that situation.
But as for now, as in to how far i can see ahead at this point, I don't have to work until monday. Which feels damn good. I'm going to sneak a few cheap vodka and (insert whatever is in the house to mask the taste of vodka) because my alcoholic parents aren't going to be able to tell the difference at this point.
I never mentioned that about my home life, have I? Well yea, my parents are a night drinkers, to the point where i've mixed up my mom being drunk at night when she was only sleepy because whenever she's sleepy---she's usually drunk. It is what it is at this point, and it is been a part of my life where I really don't notice it any more.
This damn journal is sounding negative when it really shouldn't, because I really don't feel negative at all right now.
Why is it that because we're supposed to be happy with everyone, we tend to associate all our "personal" feelings with our negative feelings, just because we can't show those to everyone?
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missprint:
I try 
anton:
The flagging journal? Like, what is it? And I made it in there? Here I was thinking I was totally unoffensive.