whiskey_____

generic.

random thoughts running through my mind..............

I live day to day scared to death of the fact that I might "grow up" to be just like my mother, 44, single and terrified of living my life alone. At the same time, I am scared of sharing my life with someone. Does that make any sense?

I hate opening up to people. I don't like allowing other people in my bubble. That makes you that much more vulnerable. So why am I writing this?

I need to get my oil changed.

My biggest fantasy is leaving. Isn't tha sad? The only thing I really want is to leave all of this behind. Fill up the gas tank, throw a few bucks in my pocket and drive........
I wonder where I would end up

Why do I always want the things I can not have? Why don't I want the things I can have?

My feet hurt. Why do beautiful shoes always hurt?

Why do I obsess over things I have no control over? Why do I allow strangers to hurt me? Why do I give a damn?

I think I need to paint.
I think I need to write.
I think I need to sing.
I think I need to create.
I think I need to take a nice log hot bath.
I think I need to sleep.

*thank you for allowing me to vent a little