Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I am a little horrified at a thought I had today.Know how you think of really petty and childish ways to get back at people who raise your ire, the kind that only family or people really close to you can do sometimes? Yeah, I had one of those moments today. So, I was at the canteen contemplating ways I should exact the same amount of hurt back, and I happened to be looking at a bunch of rocker/rebel dudes. And all I could think of was that I should give in to my angsty-ness and engage in the same sort of rebellion and non-conformity. Along the lines of maybe starting a promiscuous streak, a dangerous smoke inhalation habit....amidst the usual uber bad-chick get-up. Gosh, am I 15 or 22? What the fuck, seriously. This is truly horrifying. That my natural inclinations as a teenager have not disappeared, but regularly make cameo appearances in my thoughts. And right now, I feel like hurling my phone against the wall. I is extreme anger.I need to breathe.I need you to get out.I need to leave this scene and everyone in it.Labels: a constant companion
