I notice that I laugh more easily now. I think it’s cause I’m sadder. So those little times when I am happy I enjoy them more.
"I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood."
Screams and Darkness
So I was having a normal Friday night, playing Bioshock in an empty apartment, when all of a sudden the power went out in my room. Not the whole apartment. Just my room. So I didn’t really know what to do. I think my roommate who set up our electric account (who is practically non-existent) didn’t pay our bill this month which is freaking fantastic. So I decided to out and stand out on our balcony. Then another one of my roommates came in, let’s call her B, B came in and started cussing up a storm, slamming storms, and screaming. I slipped back into my room undetected and sat in darkness while my fear for my new roommate grew. Eventually her tirade ended and the lights came back on, but I am definitely shaken up.
I am living in a city where I have no friends and know no one. If something happens to me there I no where I can go. And without any sort of transportation I can’t just leave.
Maybe I didn’t make the right choice.
"The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back."
so the saddest shortest story is attributed to hemingway:
"For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
and this came to me at breakfast and i thought it was hilarious.
This is literally the story of my babyhood.
"If you’re brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello."
A baby’s laughter is one of the most beautiful sounds you will ever hear. Unless it’s 3am. And you’re home alone. And you don’t have a baby.