shouting in solitude.

Sometimes it sucks when you have this plan for how you want to live your day, and then these crappy inventions called people get in the way. On the hell bus ride home from school, I always plan out my night by lying to myself and saying I’m going to go home and work till I finish everything. On paper that is such an easy idea, but the easy ideas on paper are always the ones that hold us hostage in routines that evidently lead to our own personal demise. Of course, when I get home I have a mom telling me that I can’t go skipping meals again. And I have a preteen sister who can’t help but to blast noise from her radio. And I have a little sister who wants to tell me all about her day when at this time of the day, I don’t care at all. Suddenly the work I planned on completing is nowhere near as important as escaping to my room and hiding in between my words that will soon belong to a general public of strangers. I don’t mind this though. Sometimes I think it’s better to be in an unfamiliar setting with strangers than to be in a home setting because at least when you are alone, you can retreat to your thoughts and dream up the future. When you are at home, you are in a constant fight to keep them outside of your head.

-JS