mental stammer
Happy new year. Didn't bother to analyze the differences and similarities since this date last year. Did learn last night that those damn men of the overly possessive type are baad. And if he touches her again, I will stand in the way. There's a whole lotta unsaids that go with this situation.
Moving on...
I don't know if a girl is mad at me. What I did was intended to be playful, tho it came out as assy. I hate that. Misunderstood, eh?
My dog Charlie is my first real pet. He's been around since I was 6. He's old. On his last leg. I find myself watching him limp and fall from brittle bones. My mother's not the youngest either (not that I'm associating her with pets, mind you) and she is a little compulsive with cleaning as it is. For her to have to take care of Charlie's unexpected bms is no fun I'm sure.
She's sort of an odd one. I come to this apartment where they live, and am instructed to clean my brother's bathroom, to clean dishes I haven't used. It is not a matter of laziness on my part, I should be doing chores to an extent, but what bothers me is that she asks this so that she can show to her husband that I am not lazy. That I do something. To impress him. And she'll never feel as if it is enough. I suppose I shouldn't complain. I should be taking care of them with my vitality in such good conditions.
I want to go away. I want to travel, maybe finally to Greece. I like it here, I don't hate it. Can't say all of my favorites are here though. I need to get the money for Prague. I want to see the city known as the most beautiful of cities. I want to fall in love with the place.
It is time. Time to pay attention. Time to get things straight.
Moving on...
I don't know if a girl is mad at me. What I did was intended to be playful, tho it came out as assy. I hate that. Misunderstood, eh?
My dog Charlie is my first real pet. He's been around since I was 6. He's old. On his last leg. I find myself watching him limp and fall from brittle bones. My mother's not the youngest either (not that I'm associating her with pets, mind you) and she is a little compulsive with cleaning as it is. For her to have to take care of Charlie's unexpected bms is no fun I'm sure.
She's sort of an odd one. I come to this apartment where they live, and am instructed to clean my brother's bathroom, to clean dishes I haven't used. It is not a matter of laziness on my part, I should be doing chores to an extent, but what bothers me is that she asks this so that she can show to her husband that I am not lazy. That I do something. To impress him. And she'll never feel as if it is enough. I suppose I shouldn't complain. I should be taking care of them with my vitality in such good conditions.
I want to go away. I want to travel, maybe finally to Greece. I like it here, I don't hate it. Can't say all of my favorites are here though. I need to get the money for Prague. I want to see the city known as the most beautiful of cities. I want to fall in love with the place.
It is time. Time to pay attention. Time to get things straight.