Tumblr.
The weather.
Every single co-worker .
This fucking city.
This fucking society.
If you’ve gotten behind the wheel of a car today.
My fucking pants. (Which, by the way, fuck pants)
Spring in Indiana AKA Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Indy’s west side and downtown road construction.
This apartment complex.
Social Media mixed with Boston.
Why is there road kill everywhere?
Pressure cookers.
Justin Bieber
A dear friend of mine who is truly fucking up.
Appliances have gone berserk
I cannot keep up
Treading on people’s toes
Snot-nosed little punk
And I can’t face the evening straight
You can offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you’ll get relief, relief, relief, relief
And if I’m gonna talk
I just want to talk
Please don’t interrupt
Just sit back and listen
‘Cause I can’t face the evening straight
You can offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you’ll get relief, relief, relief, relief
Relief, relief
It’s too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
Too much, too bright, too powerful
That is why we go our own ways.
You made your bed and swallowed a life.
I rode the current away from the clouds.
Uhhhhh…..weird.
Not much has changed in 7 years….
The shelves me father and I built in 2000 are still in the garage. The garden bricks we laid on each side of the house are still there, as well. Hell, even those big rocks are still there.
I share the same feelings for this house as I do my parents. I hate it, but because its a significant part of my life, I have to love it.
Funny, though. Whenever I dream, and whatever the dream may be, that house is always there. The dream never has me living in my apartment, or Brandt street….or Arizona…it’s always that house.
Sometimes were a big happy family.
Sometimes it’s just me. Alone.
I often wonder what it looks like in there.
I guess everything was so sudden. One day, you’re playing video games with your best friends upstairs, the next you see your mom get hauled down the stairs wrapped up in a sheet and you don’t live there anymore.
I guess this house is a symbol of how I will never let shit escalate the way it did before “the fire”.
A symbol of how ill never forget, and never stop fighting.
One day I will build a house and make it our own, and my family will roam it’s halls forever.
She is becoming a dog person, where I am becoming a cat person.
All this would have been less stressful from the get-go if it had been a cat.
The winter is thriving more than ever, deep in my bones.
It lies in my eyes. They blink faster than the day as I say:
“It’s almost over”.
Does that look like an AK-47 to you? No?
Go read a fucking book.
Heyyy maybe if I include “lol” or “hahahahaha” in my condescending online post, I won’t make myself look or sound like a dickhead!
Oh wait…I still do?
Ahhh….never did put much thought into all of my decisions.
LOLkbye!!
