Ever since I started taking medication I've been a bit absentminded. I have trouble concentrating at times. Details are have become difficult to remember. Really important stuff too. What am I getting at? Well, I didn't lose my camera after all! After a few weeks of thinking that my camera was stolen it turns out a friend of mine has it! FUCK YEAH. I don't remember why she has it, but she does. I can't wait to get it back. 
The past week has been nice. I've been relaxing and trying to keep it together. Despite a little rain here and there the weather has been perfect. I love feeling the breeze late at night after a long day of hanging out and causing mischief.
I don't know what happened the other night, but after a long time of me rambling and thinking I realized that there isn't a reason why I shouldn't be happy with who I am. and that it's alright to be afraid and excited of the changes that are happening or going to happen. i found a bit of myself that night. Basically while I was a bit tipsy on alcohol and after a hit from the bong I saw thing differently. I was both drunk and stoned. It's a weird combination. My mind wwouldn't stop racing. This is where it got weird. I reached to the stars and pulled one down (not literally ofcourse, but i imagined it.) The star fit in the palm of my hand. I realized how old it must be and how much longer it would live. I held it in my hand and learned everything about it. I loved it. I squeezed my hand so tight that it became part of me therefore being me. I then realized that if i loved the star and knew it then therefore I loved myself and knew myself. Yeah, that shit sounds crazy, but i wasn't sober. It probably only makes sense to me.
I'm tired of driving. I had my brother drop me off at a friends house. Then i skateboarded everywhere from there. I love skating at night. It's hard to see at night, but I feel comfortable being alone at night outside. I'm stuck in my head and it feels great. there are no worries, besides not getting hit by a car. I had my earphones on while I listened to Air (the band) and feeling the wind on my face. I need to do that more often. It's fucking relaxing.
Anyway that's enough rambling for tonight. I need to start writing in my journal more often. then i wouldn't ramble on here so much. I need to go to bed now. I'm thinking of going to work at a temp. agency for the couple of weeks that i have left here. I hate waking up early.
see you later space cowboys
The past week has been nice. I've been relaxing and trying to keep it together. Despite a little rain here and there the weather has been perfect. I love feeling the breeze late at night after a long day of hanging out and causing mischief.
I don't know what happened the other night, but after a long time of me rambling and thinking I realized that there isn't a reason why I shouldn't be happy with who I am. and that it's alright to be afraid and excited of the changes that are happening or going to happen. i found a bit of myself that night. Basically while I was a bit tipsy on alcohol and after a hit from the bong I saw thing differently. I was both drunk and stoned. It's a weird combination. My mind wwouldn't stop racing. This is where it got weird. I reached to the stars and pulled one down (not literally ofcourse, but i imagined it.) The star fit in the palm of my hand. I realized how old it must be and how much longer it would live. I held it in my hand and learned everything about it. I loved it. I squeezed my hand so tight that it became part of me therefore being me. I then realized that if i loved the star and knew it then therefore I loved myself and knew myself. Yeah, that shit sounds crazy, but i wasn't sober. It probably only makes sense to me.
I'm tired of driving. I had my brother drop me off at a friends house. Then i skateboarded everywhere from there. I love skating at night. It's hard to see at night, but I feel comfortable being alone at night outside. I'm stuck in my head and it feels great. there are no worries, besides not getting hit by a car. I had my earphones on while I listened to Air (the band) and feeling the wind on my face. I need to do that more often. It's fucking relaxing.
Anyway that's enough rambling for tonight. I need to start writing in my journal more often. then i wouldn't ramble on here so much. I need to go to bed now. I'm thinking of going to work at a temp. agency for the couple of weeks that i have left here. I hate waking up early.
see you later space cowboys
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I could probably go back and fix it, but I'm in a lazy mood. So, I'll complain about it instead.