No sympathy night
You can only sit back so long before you have to take some kind of action. Be it crazy, be it negative, be it enhancing….whatever it is, eventually you have to do something.
Is going to Las Vegas a cure? Will it solve all of my life problems? Absolutely not…but I was desperate for something to look forward to. What stopped me from doing this before would be the fact that I was going solo.
Even that doesn’t scare me anymore. I just want to go. Away from this city. I don’t just want a drunken night away or a crappy holiday down south. I want to really escape for a short while…away from this environment….away from my parents, my job, college etc. When I come home hopefully I will have had a good time and feel refreshed and rejuvenated and also remember that life does exist outside of this city.
In 13 days time I am booking. Why am I waiting? I want to give this place that amount of time to conjure something up to entice me to stay…or…invent someone to go with me.
So the next 13 days I will leave up to fate…and then I strike.
13 days is the most I give it because I am sick of waiting around for something to happen. Before I wasn’t sick of waiting, I genuinely thought life would pop something up for me, or rather, someone.
But fucking no, that wouldn’t happen for me. So instead I have to create something myself….cos I aint spending all summer in this place by myself.
My mum has her arrogant hat on. She thinks I’m just going to stay here all summer. What an ego to assume that. Sorry mum but I’m not 16 anymore.
Is going to Las Vegas a cure? Will it solve all of my life problems? Absolutely not…but I was desperate for something to look forward to. What stopped me from doing this before would be the fact that I was going solo.
Even that doesn’t scare me anymore. I just want to go. Away from this city. I don’t just want a drunken night away or a crappy holiday down south. I want to really escape for a short while…away from this environment….away from my parents, my job, college etc. When I come home hopefully I will have had a good time and feel refreshed and rejuvenated and also remember that life does exist outside of this city.
In 13 days time I am booking. Why am I waiting? I want to give this place that amount of time to conjure something up to entice me to stay…or…invent someone to go with me.
So the next 13 days I will leave up to fate…and then I strike.
13 days is the most I give it because I am sick of waiting around for something to happen. Before I wasn’t sick of waiting, I genuinely thought life would pop something up for me, or rather, someone.
But fucking no, that wouldn’t happen for me. So instead I have to create something myself….cos I aint spending all summer in this place by myself.
My mum has her arrogant hat on. She thinks I’m just going to stay here all summer. What an ego to assume that. Sorry mum but I’m not 16 anymore.
posted by A.Lee at 1:53 PM
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