I'd like to think that maybe life isn't going to be so bad in the next week or so, you know ? But that's what I told myself last week, and also the week before that. This whole summer has just been disappointments and broken promises and barefoot adventures to nowhere far. The most exciting things I've done have involved LSD or psilocybin and I managed to get myself on probation so that's that. I'm too paranoid to do anything anymore. I'm drained of money and time and I need to have 20 hours of community service completed by September first. . and yet, here I am, August 15th, with absolutely none of those hours done. I don't even know anymore, man. Shit's rough.
On a more positive note, my cat is doing pretty well, all things considering. My boyfriend's cat moved in with us and now my roommate Amber has gone and gotten herself a kitten. Indica hates other cats, but she adapted to Ricky pretty alright. She's still getting used to Ghost, but in her defense, kittens are pretty hard for anyone to get used to. Speaking of Ghost, she's wrapped around the back of my neck and my shoulders right now, sleeping. I have to pee really bad but I don't wanna disturb her. . . Partially because she's adorable and partially because she has cute little talons that will dig deep into my flesh if I attempt to move her.
Today has been largely uneventful. I made oatmeal and toast for Peaches and I, and then I slept, and then I moved things around on my floor, and then I played some League of Legends, and then I laid outside in the sun and closed my eyes and thought for a really long time.
Things have been weird lately, my mind's been closed off and my soul feels detached and restless. I need to get out of suburban Michigan. . .it's draining my life away, day by day. I don't know if I can take it much longer, honestly. . . I can't wait for Winter, now. The cold and the snow and the frost and the visible breaths in the air. . I miss that shit.
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