Quiet (For Once)

I am amazed at how sound my mind is right now. I am alone in a house that I have magically become comfortable in, and my mind is quiet. No thoughts what so ever, besides the fact that a sci-five makes me think of Chris Cooper, who I cant wait to see in the Willy Wonka musical at the high school.

I got a little burned, but it's kind of turning into a tan and doesn't hurt too bad, and that's the only thing about this weekend that I can complain about.

Mildly. I'm worried about Maddy. But I can fix that, I hope.

These people... People people people oh how I cannot stand people. But at the same time, I love people and would be nothing without them.

Another contradiction, I suppose. Maybe I have some sort of personality disorder. But I doubt it. Everyone has their little quirks, I just have a few extra and a couple are a bit stronger, but nothing terribly diagnosable.

I hope.

Hope. Hope always makes me think of that scene with Yunalesca. I wonder, would I prefer to have false hope over no hope at all? I don't think I've ever been in a situation that calls for false hope. I've been in lots of fruitless situations. And most of the time I just gave up on changing them.

But recently, I've had this itch, unprovoked, and seemingly out of place, to fix things with my mom. And I know I've gotten this itch before, and it works for a little bit, but it usually subsides after trying and getting frustrated. But maybe it can work a little better this time, since I don't have to see her every day, and if I start getting frustrated I can get over it by leaving.

But now it's time to find easter eggs.