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Tonight was one of those nights when you remember that nothing in your life really matters all that much.
It kind of hits you like a bolt of lightning, and you're really not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
We always blow our problems out of proportion, and make a big deal about the little things.. our lives suck, blah blah blah.
We all think we're special and unique.
We're not.
We're all just a small part of something much bigger. To say that everything is predetermined is the wrong word to use.
This could all be in truth, or it could be my feeling of utter uselessness that has overwhelmed me lately, especcially today.
I can't believe it was six months ago.
It feels like it has been considerably less. It would make more sense if it was.
Tonight was odd indeed.
I can't really remember much of what happened, either. I went for a walk in the rain. I remember looking at the sky a lot, as if I expected something to fall from it. By the end of the evening, it had changed from a light blue to a dark blue, then to a pinkish purple to a dark peach shade.
Everyone's driveways were empty, and the lights in their houses were off. Every park was trashed. The beaches were deserted for miles. But as I walked downtown, there seemed to be more people the farther I got.
My dog couldn't decide if she was afraid of fireworks, or if they excited her.
Either way, she's a dumbass.