I sit confused in life wondering where the path that supposed to lead me in the appropriate direction is. Is it this difficult for everybody. My gut says run away and try again, my brain says I’m too smart for that. I find myself in very interesting situation that I remember from years past, I don’t want to go home.
It’s not the fact that I don’t love home an that’s where I belong, it’s just the feeling of wanting to be by myself. Alone, no static. No questions or answers. Just me, and Zips, and a dark rainy night. The same types of nights I used to get in my non water tight purple punk mobile and tear through the back roads of Pickens County. The same rainy nights that I would find myself driving up sheridan road along the shore of Lake Michigan. Rainy nights and headlights.
Each set of headlights, to me at least, reminds me that I’m not alone in the world. There may or may not be another lost girl out there driving through the rain hoping for the path to blow wide open for her. Is it going to happen anytime soon, probably not. But then what’s wrong with this path that I’m on now. I just need to have more confidence in myself.
Chin up, chest out, toughen up, damn it. You’re a weed.