Sunday, bloody Sunday

so its like almost 3..... got up to find my parents gone. which is cool. my little sister just got a job so she was telling me all about it.

being pestered to go out for my walk...kinda dont wanna because i know what will happen. I will get out there relize its fuckin cold and by then its too late to retreat into the house.

Ive always wondered (because when you are alone, you tend to do that. In my case i have begun to over analyze anything i think or day dream or imagine on a whim)

The conscious.... the type that people associate with the cricket. Does it at times act like a bully?

Tormenting you if you did something wrong? or is it how Disney wrote it? A vagabond who is chilling with you just so he can get some work?

Ill update in a bit.

~Alyssa

12:23 a

So I chilled at home. worked on some typing, studied lines so I can practice with Ethan tomorrow, and cleaned about the house before i had to go to Cumberland farms again....

I dont know why my neighbor doesnt like moving around, but she has to start going out more.

The apartment she lives in use to be my Great aunts. i remember going up there after I got out of school as a child.

So walking the dog, I stared up at the sky and all the stars. Its amazing who small you can feel in their presence. It makes me wonder if this reality is right? are we pawns on a spiritual level? or is there no spirit and we should focus on the material structures?

In spirit, I am a little sad but rich in heart..

Materially im screwed.

Im on the hunt again, but first some sleep so I can get to school tomorrow.

Oyasumi-nasai

~a.f