since everyone is posting pictures/dialoges from their favorite surrealesque movie
i honestly have too much in common with stephan. besides the fact that i love the names stephan and stephane.
yes i feel like i am holding a spider razor right now.
one day i will post a picture of my drawings of conversations and everyone will be confused because no one can possibly understand them except me!
(everything is okay except that nothing really is [so im just gonna sigh and feel better] !!)
edit:
i want to type more to explain things lately. we are about to move so my parents have been fighting(like they used to) over stupid things again. on top of that me and kelsi fought just last week. im beginning to see that my life has no stablitity and its making me want to cling to those few things i have that are the same. they are very few and far between. my mom took down all of her pictures in her room today and i made me want to cry. at this point the idea of moving scares me. i am going to keep my copies of the key so i can come back one day when i know the people who will move in arent home. i cant bear the thought of moving out. i only have a year here left why do we have to leave?
its a growth i dont want. once i have my own room i will be lonely. i will have nothing to do except everything i do when i am alone.
the next year is going to be really hard. the fighting, the moving, the college apps, the school work, the social life(or complete lack thereof) and the fear.
i am making a movie that is called either "The Class" or "My House" except i want to put it in a different language that has a more abstract meaning for house. im going to make it by myself because i dont want to deal with other people to be honest. im going to have to ask for help but thats not something i mind usually. i asked mrs fletcher for help and stayed after class today.
i feel like a girl whos wearing too little clothing laying on a fruedian couch underneith a disco ball in a room that is fulllll of colors of people and sunglasses and puppies and tvs and all i can do is lay there or dance there but its not a place i can get out of without imagining really hard what it is thats outside of the room. and i can only imagine house. (just so you know im not referring to him specifically, its an abstract idea at this point, it just happens to be his name. we dont even talk much really anymore.)