Weirdo

Ever noticed that Pathetic fallacy doesn’t happen in real life? The weather never reflects my mood. Right now it’s a crisp clear gray, the sun is shinning weakly, yet everything seems really clear. Fuck you clear skies; I want it foggy and dense. I want it so thick that you’re in danger of blindly wondering around for days on end. I want it so thick that you can’t see your own outstretched hands. So thick that you can’t see your own feet, you’re walking slowly testing the ground before you. You’re groping the air in front of you. Unfortunately, it doesn’t matter how slowly you walk, or how much you grope the air in front of you, you still can’t see that cliff ahead. One minute you’re groping thin air, next you’re screaming as you plummet down. I wonder if you survive… What’s actually down there though, a bed of roses or thick moss? Moss is springy- you could easily bounce back. If its roses, you’re screwed, they might look pretty but they’ll leave cuts all over your body, and I have prom coming up. They say that all good things come to an end, is that true for bad things? Because in my experience, there are shit days, and less shit days. Some days I can fool myself into thinking I’m content, that I’m happy even. I deliberately live in the moment so I can’t think about my future, because If I think about my future, I will think about my life, and if I think about my life, I’ll remember how dissatisfied I am.

I thought this was interesting, not the most skilfully written, but interesting nonetheless.