Certain aspects are life are so clear, and possess such certainty, they almost become comical.
I am the redundancy of my lack of comfort at home. Every morning, every evening, the same dynamic of bitter relationships continues.
So now I just have to laugh. Its like playing Jenga. And when someone takes out the once piece that everyone knows will make the tower topple, we instinctively laugh to release tension.
So I have taken to laughing at the discourses.
Years from now, I know both I and my parents will reflect on these years, And even more than my clinical depression in 8th grade, and my solemnity of 2004, will be these tumultuous years of collegiate summer.
Don’t stop believing, and don’t stop moving.