Gibberish

I sit alone at the cofee table slurping in noodles that taste like loneliness and boredom with nothing to care about. I'm not all alone but the afternoon's so quiet i can feel my dog's heartbeat travel up through my insides it actually makes me a little nervous. I have so much to think about, responsibilities to fulfill i feel like i'm growing up too fast, my life wasting away. It's true that i'm a thinker, i have a over fond liking of depth. My mind wanders through all the thoughts i've been trying to avoid, peering deeper, crutching onto them, taking everything to a whole new level of apprehension. I know i'm not the kind of girl you see at butter every night, though i'm afraid i'm too boring. This is such a terrible confession because being boring never quite occured to me till now. Sure i enjoy drinking with friends once in a while but i'm in no need of daily liquor to keep my hands steady. I never found the fascination using alcohol as an escape. Maybe its because i never saw the glamour in it. I've watched people high on drugs, throw glasses and broken bottles at one another, indulge in alcohol to escape the harsh reality that sleeps alongside them, paraded through layers and layers of thick choking smoke where drunkards sit and talk crap amongst themselves when i was so much younger.
That's probably why it the night act never appealed to me.

I guess i'm just feeling mellow because i'm alone with my brother on a cold night without my parents, needing some source of assurance or company. Anyway on a totally different note, i never knew photobucket could edit your pictures so well! For a free editing software, its almost impressive.

Q. Have you surpised yourself yet?
A. I'm think i'm losing at a bet made by myself against myself.

Just like everything else, we awake every morning to a common challenge. Fronts and strengths on, ready to face the sun and its horizon of awaiting obstacles ever so equipped to knock us off our unstable feet.