yesterday was a moody evening. I was sitting in my room, staring at the ceiling and listening to one song again and again. my favourite thing - "eating" myself. I can't stop doing it.
now, everything looks better. it's sunny outside. my parents bought a new car for my mom(honda element, it's awesome!) and left on it for our country house. left for the whole weekend I hope. it's a new day now and as always things look different than in the evening.
my life.. it's not that good now as I want it to be. but it's like a some kind of the box with odd sweets where you can find sweets with different tastes. there were such boxes - BeanBoozled boxes - between tasty beans like with pizza or cheesy taste you also could've found the tastes of pencil shaving, ear wax, moldy cheese.. there're 20 flavors in each box, so you didn't know what flavor you're testing.. coconut or baby wipe.
so isn't life like one of these little boxes? each day you don't know if you're going to eat chocolate flavor or dirt. it's unpredictable to me what will I "eat" today.
sometimes I think I'm eating something disgusting. but as often as I get dirt, I'm going to have berry-flavored.
I hope so.