Dec 28 2008
So, you know how i mentioned, months ago now, that when things aren’t ’safe’ feeling for me I go underground? I’ve been underground for the past few months. It wasn’t until Marcus had asked if i’ve been writing that I really thought about it.
And it’s not like i’m in a bad bad situation. I live with a good family that has always been there for me and are easy to get along with. But…(there is always a but, huh?) I am living in their house and I don’t have a car yet, so I have to be driven to and from work. I feel like little kid. And when you are used to being completely and totally independent, it’s a bit of a shock.
I daonb’t have y own apartment to make a mess or clean at my on whim, or a car to take off in whenever i need to get out. And, coming from chicago, i don’t need a car, and i don’t mind walking, except i’m in the burbs. Burbs aren’t really set up for walking around. I can make it to a grocery store and a tanning bed and a liquor store, but that is all. And so, I have been relying on that liquor store a little hevily the past week. ..It’s been 2 months of not having my life to myself, don’t judge.
So, unable to vent to my friends (i don’t like being on the phone around others, and some venting is just not going to be done in the present company) I was struck when marcus asked about my writing. Of course, I can vent that way. Let it out.
The first time i heard the song by anna nalick, just breathe, it struck a cord when she sand that ahe had to get it all done on paper so it wouldn’t threaten the life it belongs to, i knew that’s why i wrote. So, here it is. My vent. Unfortunately, this is not an accurate portrayal of how i really feel out here. I love it out here, and i will get to that at soe point, but today, I just wanted to yap a little.
