May 06, 2008 12:01
The Phoenix. A mythical bird that dies engulfed in flames, but is then reborn with new life from the ashes.
My world feels like it's burning around me. My financial situation is horrible. My parents keep using me as a medium for the routine breakup. My job just isn't stimulating anymore, so I'm making mistakes for lack of attention. My girlfriend apparently doesn't see enough of a future for us to tell her parents she's even dating someone. I have no way to pay for college unless by some miracle I get financial aid. It's going to cost $900 to fix my brakes, which are so bad that not only are the rotors unsalvageable, but I'm getting close to damaging the inner wheel. Sam is moving out, asking for both the deposit and a pro-rate for the rest of the month. It's like, "Fuck! Anything else?" At least I have my health.
The Phoenix actually engulfs itself in flames when it's ready to die. Maybe that's what I'm doing. Maybe I'm burning everything around me to make way for a new life after the ashes cool. Wish I could have done it without the flames though...