Listening to: toughts in my head
Watching: what supposed to be life
.. Yeah. I don't know from what. Maybe from good days, happy thoughts. Perhaps people?
Even my socks are telling me to quit what I'm doing and just start to actually DO SOMETHING.
(If you never do mistakes you never learn anything) Or something like that.
I only play and lay in bed sobbing for nothing. I'm hopeless.
But that just gives me more and more "lets do it!" feelingin my mind. To just make me moving.
Out from my bed, outside the door. But I'm not moving.. ? Hopeless.
Perhaps it has something to do with mom and dad separating and I was right in the middle of everything, just in the way.
So 2 years ago my dad kicked me out, from my home.. He didn't feel so good, niether did I. So after I ran about 100 meters from my house I put my shoes on and started walking away, from my childhood home, where all my stuff still is right in this moment. I just walked slowly in chock.. (probably) to take the bus home to my mom. After 2 years I'm still in chock after what happened. I just want to know what everyone was THINKING. I was just in the way. Stared in the wall. Spoke to it sometimes.. My life transformed into something I didn't like. A life without dad, that probably changed many years ago when I didn't knew anything. A life without my childhood, my home.
Hah. I'm still sitting here talking to the wall, discussing life.
There surely must be something that happened to me? Right? Or am I just a burden.
Hiding from answers?
A life I didn't knew were there?