thoughts = emotions

Driving unnecessarily slow to my mom’s house because I’m just not that excited to see her, I begin to get angry at my CD player. That postal service song I’ve heard a thousand times keeps skipping because of the bumpy dirt road, and the comfort of that song is all that keeps me driving at all. My mind is only focused on the recent series of events that have changed my life while leaving the other parties seemingly unaffected. Maybe I tend to over react to normal situations? I suppose I’ve got to stop searching out tragedy to better understand bright eyes’ lyrics, and it’d probably be a good idea to discontinue the practice of finding a crush just to fill the pages of my diary. Growing up means more than wearing a skirt and carrying a purse, but I’d still rather be naive than bitter and jaded.

ps - if that's too personal then pretend this is a work of fiction.