Reading “The Lightning Thief” and pondering the weight of my decisions. I feel like this is poor life style choice. Reading, that kind of stuff is for crazy people.
Those last two lines are usually something I cringe at and avoid writing because of how cliche it sounds. But I just let it happen this time because it came out so naturally.
My days are turning to thoughts of peanut butter and wish filled Saturdays. Summer evenings leading to quiet nights. Thoughts of a girl forcing reluctant smiles thru out the day. We only negotiated for a bit. Discussed provisions, leeway, and here say. Walked in circles and forgot questions. There is a next step and it just has to work. I feel like Ive had my life on hold the last few...
Ive been sleeping far too much. A little bit of a carry over from that near month long depression. I need to pick up the trash in my room and do things with my life. But I think Ill just keep waiting and waiting.
at Art Museums I just stop and stare forever every few steps. I avoid libraries just because I can’t handle all those words I won’t have time to read.
Art museums and libraries cause my brain to overload and I kind of just stare at all the awesome trying to think of what to do first and end up not doing much.