Fast Car

I've been thinking about this.

Being home alone sick all week was one thing but this weekend I...wait a minute. Am I seriously getting work emails at 9:21 pm on Sunday? 

Anyways. This is one of my Travis songs. We've got a fast car. I want a ticket to anywhere. Maybe we can make a deal. Maybe together we can get somewhere. I got a plan to get us outta here...

I actually thought we were gonna make it together. Us against the world right? No. So here I am and it's been a weird week. Some observations: 

1. My girlfriend posted a pic on Instagram of her and her mom that I took way back in the day. Her mom hasn't talked to her in I don't know, 7 or 8 years? What is WRONG with the JWs? Enough with the shunning! Stop it! Stop! Stop!

2. I don't get my parents. Either of them. I honestly don't understand how I am your offspring. If there's something you need to tell me about how I was adopted, please let me know. 

3. My sister came over on Friday night. There's a whole lotta story there. I'm happy we're back together and y'all can bet on the fact that we're not getting torn apart again no matter what. 

4. I wax poetic on here all the time, but the truth of the matter is, maybe it's not worth it to do all this hard work trying to start over. Maybe you get your one shot at being the pretty, popular girl with lifelong friends and you leave and all you ever have after that is a replacement life that's not exactly what you want, but you can never go back either. That would be worse. That life is less real than this one. This one's not real either though. 

Y'all know I love the walking dead. Most of the time, I'm in that show, just trying to survive, avoiding the zombies that are my past. I haven't been able to kill any of them yet, I still love them so much. 

Eventually though, we all turn. For survival. Survival is what matters, right?