It's snowing.
Big beautiful flakes.
It's snowing and I've just spend the last three days better than anyone could imagine.
It's been great, and I really think this break could be amazing.
"To escape the rut of a rotten life and become a someone... I've been hiding this somewhat perennial persona of myself for almost years.
The great great white world that has been drained of all its color has slowly been drifting away outside the window. I could write and write a million words to kill the strain, but it'd be useless.. you made it all to me. The green day-- for closure has been enclosed in the words of "yellow led better" (a box or a bag). Make something of this useless nonsense, because I was merely a senior. High high, high school to be the last resort to feel almost alive and the acquitted somewhat retarded girl. I have spoken the peace of peace. When the sun vacates for so long, you almost forget what the beams taste like. "
There have been a lot of signs. Signs that show everything will turn out how it's supposed to. It's not even funny.
Everything is perfect even with the fact that it's not. Nothing is ever perfect. But it can be perfect for me, for you.
For us.
It's funny. You can never really predict the future. It's kind of like guess and check. You think that one thing will happen, and a completely different thing occurs. It's cool to have a life that never gets boring. All in the same, it's kind of scary. I like knowing that everything's good. So for now, I won't worry.
I have so many people to thank how I feel right now, it's ridiculous.
I love it.
I think I've gotten my hip re-attached. It feels good. I've missed her. More than she knows.
I really think I know who my close friends are.
They're here, they know who they are, I thank them.
Just like that, within fifteen minutes, I'm living in a winter wonderland. It's crazy beautiful, insanely cold, and so very happy.
Cass makes me feel crazy happy. I love that girl with my whole heart.
It's good.
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