Musings

A year ago today was one of the best days of my life. Eleven months ago today was one of the worst.

School starts in 30 days. I am oddly excited.

My brother has a fever. And a cough. I want to catch it so I can call in sick to work.

I am going to grow my hair out. I have decided that. Although I think I am going to keep the bangs.

I am watching a show about paper folding. Wow. Some people have way too much free time.

Immigration debate? I am sick of hearing about it. I am also sick of democrats and republicans. Why can't people just get along.

Hillary Clinton got married today. To her long-time boyfriend. Whom she lives with. If a couple already acts married, why does everyone make a big deal about them getting married?

My scalp itches underneath my French braids.

I have to work tomorrow. I hate working on Sundays. I also hate the fact that I have to work seven days straight before I get a day off.

I feel like parents tell you what they think you want to hear. Why don't they understand that I just want the truth?

I also want to go to the circus for my birthday. Does anyone else find it sad that I have asked for it every year since I was little... but have never got it?

I love Les Miserables.

I feel bad when I post random posts like this one. I know you want to read something more interesting than this. There are just days that I need to empty my mind before I can go to sleep.

I need to start going to sleep earlier.

My hand hurts. I also spent the day freezing cold. It is winter at my work all year long.

Once upon a time I had a pet duck. I really want another one.

Tonight my mind is racing. The colors and words and paragraphs are flying around the crevices and I can't seem to stop everything. It would take me hours to write all the words.

I want to go back.

I want to go forward.

I don't want to be here anymore.

I cried. I took a bath. I ate chocolate. I cried. I cry. I ramble. I wish. I pray. I hope. I hate. I hate me.

Dear reader,

If you have got this far, I apologize. There is no rhyme or reason for this post. My fingers are just typing what my heart wants to say... what my mouth can't find the words for. It doesn't help that I am completely alone.

Isn't it exciting to think it is going to be winter soon? Christmas is coming! And snow!

My birthday is also coming. That makes me sick, though. I hate that I am getting so old.

Right now I wish I could travel back in time. Just for a day. There are things that I want to do.

I am going to say goodbye now. And hopefully I will find something more profound... and more eloquent to say tomorrow.