Dancing to the beat of a secondhand steady.
I realized that work isn't worth me being sick and angry and etc. all the time, so I'm taking on less hours. My soul doesn't belong to a grocery store.
So I'll have to find competency in my immediate surroundings. I get as many free movies as I want from the library, as well as an endless variety of unexplored music. I can get magazines and resources from the thrift store so I can work on my "art journal" though it seems to be just a book of collages.
And I keep buying coffee from that blasted stand.
Car? I don't know. Life? I don't know. Career? I don't know. Independence? tambien, no se...que es?
Sometimes people who I "know" "have seen before" from school come into my line, and they run into somebody they haven't seen in awhile. One of them is married, her husband finishing up some degree and they live in their own house and they couldn't be more than 22, and the other had a daughter. The first thing I think is...omg what do their parents have to say. But I'm nineteen, and I'm already working at a dead-end job. I watch other people's kids, struggle with money...I feel like I'm middle-aged. Travis takes me away from this though. God bless him. [your flowers fill my room with such a sweet scent. makes me smile]
I'm probably being angsty, but I don't like complaining to people. And when I get some sleep and read over this again, I'll realize my emo soundingness and most likely delete this.
My sister's in middle school now. I have the power to make her life easier.
So I'll have to find competency in my immediate surroundings. I get as many free movies as I want from the library, as well as an endless variety of unexplored music. I can get magazines and resources from the thrift store so I can work on my "art journal" though it seems to be just a book of collages.
And I keep buying coffee from that blasted stand.
Car? I don't know. Life? I don't know. Career? I don't know. Independence? tambien, no se...que es?
Sometimes people who I "know" "have seen before" from school come into my line, and they run into somebody they haven't seen in awhile. One of them is married, her husband finishing up some degree and they live in their own house and they couldn't be more than 22, and the other had a daughter. The first thing I think is...omg what do their parents have to say. But I'm nineteen, and I'm already working at a dead-end job. I watch other people's kids, struggle with money...I feel like I'm middle-aged. Travis takes me away from this though. God bless him. [your flowers fill my room with such a sweet scent. makes me smile]
I'm probably being angsty, but I don't like complaining to people. And when I get some sleep and read over this again, I'll realize my emo soundingness and most likely delete this.
My sister's in middle school now. I have the power to make her life easier.