The brain shuts down and then nothing quite seems to function. Right now I'm just running on dreams. I feel a bit deflated by life at the moment, like reality has sunk in, and I suddenly have to grow up.
I want to climb into a tree and escape everything, but I have to be present, in the moment--responsible.
Ick.
Responsible seems like such a four-letter word.
Can't I just go back to bed?
BLAAAAARGH!
That was so mature.
I hate conflict. I hate arguing. I'm so over this turmoil.
I just wanna have some calm in my life. Can't things be simple?
I miss doing stupid things and having no consequences.
I want to drive with the windows down and blast the Pixies with no cares.
I want to cry without feeling bad about it.
I left home to get away from this feeling.
I walked away from all that negativity.
Why is it still so prominent? Looming so low in my mind?
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