I went for a walk yesterday. I went to that spot. that spot with the great view of the mountains. I was going to bring my dog but he kept pulling the leash in the direction of home. Company is overrated anyway. The road was awful. Mud and slush. The way the two of them mix is not pleasant. Because of this, among other reasons, the walk wasn't as good as I remember when I took it with you. My shoes seem great at getting mud stuck to them, but strangely not good at sticking to the mud. The cuffs of my pants where ruined. I got lost twice, trying to take the road less traveled, but it turns out cliches are not so useful when taken to a literal extreme, and it seems my sense of direction isn't as good as I thought.
It scares me how much I talk to myself. Both under my breath and out loud. It has been like that as long as I can remember. I just like to keep my own company, I guess. Or make up others to do it for me. I'm just glad no one was around, or else they would have thought I was completely insane, listening in on me discussing with myself how much easier life would be if we all constantly carried around swords. Maybe they would have been right.
Anyway. New years is coming. and I will leave all of this stupid emo crap far behind me. New Years resolution: Stop being a whiny little bitch. Also stop posting weird shit on your blog and alienating the people you love.
See you next year, I guess.
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