tiddyneko
I ponder existance.
There are some says where I feel so… real, charged, alive.
On these days I exist and it is incredible.
There are other days where I feel like never moving from the spot that I awake in.
On these days I merely exist.
On these days I hate existing.
Unfortunatley, the days where I just exist are getting more frequent.
Self-destruction is the concept I associate most with nowadays, when I see this word.
I always seem to slip.
I killed a butterfly the other day.
I really, really regret it.
Wish I could drive. It would make getting places so much easier, given that I live in the middle of freakin nowhere. I need a licence first though...
I like transport and travelling. It's fun to get on the bus and sit at the back so you can see all the different kinds of people that get on after you. Plus, if I'm at the back, then the creepy lady who has wierd conversations with me as if she knows me can't get me.
She always seems to know when I'm going to catch a bus... I swear she's following me.
Clearly I am catnip for wierdos.
I don't like missing people. It makes me sad. :(
I hate missing buses too. And Trains. Grr.
For every moment I miss, a moment of ignorance is gained. At least I'm gaining something! Hur hur.