the catalyst: my mom ransacked through my whole room (again).
the goal: to dodge the bullets of my mothers scheme to anihilate the free will that i hold so dear.
the plan: enlist the help of ren and conjure up an elaborate plan to present to my mother about a post-party sleepover complete with halloween costume props.
real time update: so far things are going pretty well. we managed to come up with a pretty fool proof plan to get me out of the house before my mothers wrath boileth over. believe me, it's been hell the past couple of weeks and i cannot believe that i'm back to this. damned if i do, damned if i don't. so why the hell not just go all the way and take a breather from perdition.
i read somewhere that if you go through someone's diary, you get what you deserve. oh boy is this true! and i'm speaking from admittedly having read someone's diary and having mine read. there's a certain karma that you get when you violate somebody's privacy and it ain't pretty.
but all philosophy aside, i'm feeling like a teenager with her mother's choke hold trying to clamp down on my neck. i want to scream I'M 25! LEAVE ME ALONE! i want to make my own mistakes, see where the road takes me, spread my wings, actually experience what it's like to depend on nobody but yourself. in other words, i need to get out of that house. in the meantime, all i can do is plan, scheme and dream and get little glimpses of a future i hope will happen someday.
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