I’m 17. This shouldn’t happen. Yeah, I know, eat healthy, don’t stress, do this and do that. The thing is that even if I did everything perfect my hair would still not be like it was a month ago. It is over 2 feet long. There is no going back. New hair would never catch up to what is left. All I can do is protect what I have. Sadly, this is what had been occupying my mind for a decent portion of this hour.
Vanity. It can dictate so much of what goes on in the world.
It’s Thanksgiving. All my cousins are running around my house gleefully. I am sitting here sulking in my room on the corner of my bed that is normally occupied by my best friend. That term had started getting so definite. I obviously was referring to a single person. For the first time in my life I was not saying “one of my best friends” but just best friend. It was a title.
Titles. What do people gain from them? Some strange feeling of having a place? I was talking to my best friend (a different one) and he reminded me of all the problems that erupt from giving people titles. I hate labels. I always have. Why is it that I wanted one? It doesn’t automatically make you closer to anyone. Security I guess. Not knowing what is coming in the future really gets to me.
Writers Block is killing me. I have somethings I would like to write about, but I don’t want to read it later. It leaves me trying to fill in the gaps of this feeble stream of conscience.
I should do a post on what I’m thankful for. It’s Thanksgiving. Maybe later.