Home. Home is good.
It's after midnight and I just spent a week with little sleep and now I'm eating ribs and listening to music and I'm on the internet. (Obviously.) Some days I don't understand myself. Make that most days. I'm really excited for school to start, just so it can be over. I want to go back to camp, to always have something to do and people to be with, but where I can be alone should I so desire. Camp is nice, too, because you're isolated enough that the stupid things happening in the world don't affect you as much. I feel like writing but my words won't come. THAT is one of the most frustrating things in the world, when your main outlet is stopped up. I keep using the carpet as a napkin. But it's a carpet. So yeah, I have kittens. Or rather, Phantom has kittens. Three. An orange one named Coffee, a black one named Shade, and a tortoiseshell named Catti-brie. I already miss my LIT group, and t'other LIT group that I met this week, and other people from camp, and Philly people, from Philadelphia, and the Dalmeny people I haven't seen in a week.
When your only friends are hotel rooms
Hands are distant lullabies
If I could turn around I would tonight
These roads never seemed so long
Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone
Will daybreak ever come?
Who's gonna call on Sunday morning?
Who's gonna drive you home?
I just want one more chance
To put my arms in fragile hands
I thought you said forever
Over and over
A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
These thoughts run through my head
Over and over
Complaints of violins become my only friends
August evenings
Bring solemn warnings
To remember to kiss the ones you love goodnight
You never know what temporal days may bring
So Laugh, love, live free, and sing
When life is in discord
Praise ye the Lord
-Anberlin
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tortoiseshell? as in, like, calico?
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