Thanksgiving Day.
I am thankful for snow, for friends that keep in touch, for awkward family, for dramatic family, for brother, brother, and sister, sister, for Christmas trees, for freezing smoke breaks, for my four-legged feline, June, for hot showers and electric blankets, for coffee by the pot, for turkey, turkey, and (you guessed it) more turkey, for long drives with no radio, for all the times I remember life is worth living, for all the hugs and kisses, for the things I learn from my mistakes, and for the silence that is driving my mind mad.


For how thankful I am, I'm still hate who I am. This is not a cry for help, although it may sound like it and it's not me passively asking, "why?" It's just me being honest. Sorry if you don't like it. It's not like I enjoy it. I will get over it. It's just a phase, right? I hope so, because I am ready for another kind of phase, like a sumo-training phase, a monastery-life phase, a hitch-hiking phase, and/or a "make money doing what I love and pay off my $60,000+ debt" phase.

shalom.

p.s. or a "have all my friends from Indiana move to Pennsylvania" phase. I would really like to have that phase in my life right now.