There are a lot of things going on right now, and it’s kind of hard for me to collect all my thoughts and make them form cohesive sentences. I might just stay up all night — I’m calling it a “hard reset”. You probably know what that means so I won’t bother explaining.
Most of the last year and a half has been a blur. I remember most of that blur being some of the best times that I can remember, but some of that blur seems like I was just spinning my wheels — not really going anywhere but still pushing the gas to the floor.
Sometimes I’ll be driving to school or on the train to work and I’ll remember something odd about my childhood or a memory from high school that I thought was a defining moment. Maybe at the time it seemed like it was, but now it just seems like a time that never happened. I mean, I know these things happened and I can picture myself there, but it’s so much easier just to stow it away and stop thinking about it.
My 21st is coming up soon, but not soon enough.
I had a great idea for a short story the other day, and I almost sat at my keyboard and starting writing it out. But, I didn’t. It takes too much time to be creative and do my own thing.
I’m starting to get really fed up with a certain person, and I can’t even explain it. I said to Josh today that I’m starting to get annoyed with how much he annoys me. Every word that comes out of his mouth makes me cringe, and I’m starting to wonder if I create this annoyance just so I can have something to complain about. Maybe not.
I’m going to have some really cool stuff to talk about soon, but first I need a big slap in the face and maybe just one glance from a person on the train. I’m here, I’m waiting.