I thought about starting a new blog just for this post and anything of the same vein that might come after it. I don’t want to deal with it so …
I’m feeling stuck right now.
Nothing will happen anyhow.
My sisters were off with my brother and now they are home. We all collected stuff during the ten months they were gone. An already crowded room, just got even more cramped.
I want to do something daring.
Life should be about caring.
Nothing is so overbearing.
I had plans to travel this summer. Leave my sisters to figure out how to deal with matters. See the world. Prove that I am mature. Stupid Virus happened.
Less money, fewer opportunities
Can there be immunities?
I wanted to see other communities.
College is a no go for me. Yes. You have to have a degree to get most jobs, but… I can’t. I won’t. It only proves that you can dedicate yourself to work, unless you get a higher degree. I’m homeschooled. It should be obvious that I can do that. I know more than some of the idiots that have graduated. I may have less worldly experiences, but how much does that really matter. I can take care of myself.
Know what’s behind emotion.
That is an odd notion.
Not to cause commotion.
But there is an ocean.
I read My Side Of The Mountain at a far to impressionable age. I want to be alone, but make friends. I want to live off of the land. I’m in a small town. Technically a city, by some definitions. I have three friends. Two of them I’ve known for seventeen years. The other lives in Korea. I need to write her. I’ve known her for a couple years.
This is not who I usually try to be, but it’s who I have been feeling recently