it was as cold as a morning in November in Oregon
so, I stopped being happy a while back...really since Ana's party. School is mediocre. Being grounded is miserable. Facing thirty-two hours of digging a ditch before I get to have any fun is miserable. being completely untrustworthy to my parents is very bad. No sun in the sky is truly a shame.
Here are my consolations: reading, pretending I’m happy which sometimes makes me happier, getting 100s on AP history tests, the colors outside, making whatever sort of art I want 45 minutes every school day, talking to new-ish friends, eating delicious leftovers for lunch, daydreaming, and that’s about all.
none of those thoughts are particularly insightful, just extremely self-pitying. I'm too tired all the time. I've listened to all the music have a million times.
What is so taboo about running away? Why would it be so terrible to not go home one day? I could live in a house with foreign exchange students and learn to speak five languages and host multicultural dinner parties that turn into playful romps...
Here are my consolations: reading, pretending I’m happy which sometimes makes me happier, getting 100s on AP history tests, the colors outside, making whatever sort of art I want 45 minutes every school day, talking to new-ish friends, eating delicious leftovers for lunch, daydreaming, and that’s about all.
none of those thoughts are particularly insightful, just extremely self-pitying. I'm too tired all the time. I've listened to all the music have a million times.
What is so taboo about running away? Why would it be so terrible to not go home one day? I could live in a house with foreign exchange students and learn to speak five languages and host multicultural dinner parties that turn into playful romps...