When I listen to music I don’t concentrate on much, other than my thoughts and surroundings. Tonight was especially different, since it’s a Friday, people are drunk and dressed in expensive clothes. I’m jealous of the girls that look good, and I mean God damn good, but take pleasure in beating them in the BART line ‘cause their ankle-breaking heels make even size 0 wobble. Go New Balance.
I really do think I’m a superhero, I guess because I’m way too into comics and way too young to be weighed down with real responsibility.
My brother ran away from home again. Dad didn’t want him to go to the football game. Instead of listening or attempting to reason with him, my brother took off, and my Dad went to work. It just doesn’t affect me anymore. I’ve made it clear where I stand, and yet there will always be apart of me who loves my brother and another part who deeply resents him.
My brother is only half related to me. It hurts, because I really should blame my mother. But I don’t, she rarely crosses my mind anymore. I feel ugly, hypocritical, evil even. I also feel very human. These emotions are so intense and overwhelming, I’m amazed at how I push them out of my mind and simply don’t fucking care. Yeah, I officially feel like a bitch too.
I wore my Batman hoodie today/tonight. My hood was up, little bag/purse thingy on my shoulder. I flew home and stared at my computer screen for a while, then wrote this random shit down. I’m afraid to say anything cliché, but I have a feeling this whole blog, my whole life is probably a mess of stupid cliché-esq themes and plot points. Can’t wait for the climax. I bet I turn into a supervillain and kill a mayor. Or maybe Lindsey Lohan.
My life is really interesting, I assure you, whoever’s reading this. Excuse me as I take another dose of Benadryl and pass out.
What I learned: I fly. Often.
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