Happy birthday America.
My 4th of July consisted of sitting on a lonely dock with my iPod in hand. Waiting for a text message from a certain person. It was a good spot with the exception of a few drifters from the party leaving and arriving on their nice expensive boats. No one really knew I was there, it was nice. I just wanted the whole party to disappear into thin air. I wanted it to be my dock and my spot. I don't have a place I can go to just to get away. It was nice to just sit and stare into the ongoing wakes of water for once. Of course it didn't last forever. My sister came looking for me, ruining the moment. So I came back to the party and sat on the hammock, in the dark, by myself. It was nice there also, but at the same time much too close to the party of happy peppy old people. One lady came up to me asking what I was doing. I just stared at her with a blank look on my face. I didn't know what to say. She finally walked away shrugging. I finally got the text. It took all day. It was shit.