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I drove to work with no music on today. I was mad at the cats, for crapping on the floor. Weird that such trivial events can make me so crazy with anger. I know that a lot of teenagers get very angry at the world, because they are not understood, or they need attention or something. I had that rage as a teen, but I haven't grown out of it yet. I feel like my time to write manic poetry and scream at the world is not over yet. But it is over, it is. Because I am almost 23, and no one is going to listen to a 23 year-old vent about how she feels that something is faulted in her life. So, I'm starting to vent my fury at cats. In the rational part of my mind, I understand that cats cannot understand anger, or feel sympathy for me. In the acid part of me though, I secretly think that they're talking amongst each other, saying, "it's ok, she's under a lot of stress, don't take it too hard." Which makes me, I guess, absurd.
What is the most beautiful thing I have seen recently? The clouds outside IKEA. We were on the second floor, in the cafe. The palm trees were swaying in the wind. The sky was that over-exposed blue. And the clouds, the clouds were miniature kingdoms of white, floating past me and Celeste. Destination unkown.
What is the most beautiful thing I have seen recently? The clouds outside IKEA. We were on the second floor, in the cafe. The palm trees were swaying in the wind. The sky was that over-exposed blue. And the clouds, the clouds were miniature kingdoms of white, floating past me and Celeste. Destination unkown.