*sighs* Okay... It's one of those broody moments of mine. I think if you had to make a list of my characteristic traits, broodiness would be right on the top. But anyway, to the point. I was sitting in my camper last night, thinking about my Pa whom i'd seen about two weeks ago, for the first time since I was three. All of a sudden I look at my cat Poet and say, "Technically i'm homeless.", to which Poet said "Pfft.". But really, I thought I was something a bit more impressive than I am. Sure, i'm almost finished with college. I'm going to be an apprentice at the tattoo parlor soon. I started college when I was only sixteen. I beat my addiction to anti-depressants.
But in order to go to college, I had to drop out of high school. I couldn't beat the addiction without first becoming an addict. I grew up fatherless. My mother kicked me out because she's happier with her boyfriends family. I'm squatting at my boyfriends house, for nearly six whole months now. Jobless and on top of that, without a driver's licence. I often wonder if it'll get any better. Or if i'll simply tread water forever in the abyss of my own failure.
· Fri Sep 06, 2013 @ 09:56pm · 0 Comments