Dear Friend,

Have you ever had the opportunity to sneak out of the house at 11.42 P.M before?
Well, I have. It really is a thrilling experience. Especially when you're three quarters full of adrenaline since your sympathetic nervous system had been stimulated by the thought of a mild run away from the home scene.
I've been depending on my friends more, even if they don't realise it. Apparently I've been a shell of a former self for the past week and I wouldn't blame anyone but purely myself. I know it sounds highly cliche to go "oMgzzzzz, ima SOOO glad i haf frensz lyk i do" but really, and much more deeper than the illeterate person tries to say, I am.

Last night while I was 'crapping my pants' in the back of Terences' car I was silent and thoughtful. When I'm in this type of mood I let my mind wander about what other people (that I know) would be doing at the same time. Dreaming about animals and picnics? Having a mid night snack? Watching a movie in bed? Writing a letter to their pen-pal or friend overseas? Waiting for someone to call them or text them? Or getting drunk and losing all concious thought while fondling with another girl losing all rememberence of what we had and not caring that it might hurt me or even them in the long run. "You're just jealous Annie."

I have a bad habit of hearing normal, simplistic sentences and turning them into a law or rule to govern life. "Keep your eye on the time" said Mr Mac while conducting us at concert band on Friday afternoon;
Sometimes you lose track of time and you don't appreciate it until you realise you've lost the time and you wish you had it back. You wish you took more photos at the time. You wish you wrote more detailed journal entries about it. You wish you could stop yourself from forgetting things about it since memory was the only way you could go back to it.
A constant reminder that there is a time limit on everyones head is age. You look around you and age is everywhere. Theres age in the drying plants, songs on the radio, peeling paint, elderly on pension day, skyscrapers reaching the clouds, moth riden clothes and everyones face. Its eating every individual up until theres nothing but dust left.
I think its safe to say time doesn't do anyone any good.

'If you feel discouraged, theres a lack of colour here'

-Annie
xoxo