Somebody Else's Child - The Vaccines

Hello fellow hot dogs!

I've come to that point in my life where I need someone to talk to. Someone who will just listen, not take offense, or a side, and will be there for me. Someone who can be quiet while I ramble on about whatever I need to and not say anything, even if they are thinking of me as a bitch.

The thing is, that friends have sides, and opinions, and while they are entitled to them, every once in a while I know that I need the people that I am conversing with to just shut the fuck up and actually listen, LISTEN, to what I have to say because I need to get it off my chest.

Plus, I don't know about you, but I can't say everything I need to to my friends. There are some things I just can't talk to them about. They have their opinions on my life and, yeah. No, I don't need that right now.

And this is why I need a random stranger to talk to.

Either that or a therapist.

I know what you're thinking: she's already some sad sap, with a blog and all, why not just write a journal and adopt a cat?

No. Just, no. I don't think I've reached that point in my life where a cat will help with all that is ailing me. Plus, I have a turtle who's a bitch. I don't think the cat will survive.

Plus, a journal? Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell am I? Some stereotypical teenager living in fucking middle America who was just dumped and is breaking out?

That is not me.

I live a shitty non-existence in Los Angeles where the smog is visible and my face is clear; not perfectly clear, but pretty damn clear.

Am I crazy to want this?
I don't think so.
Will it ever happen?
Probably not.

I'm gonna say it's more likely that I win the lottery.