In the End Everything Fails

In The End, Everything Fails

I’m very sad. I’ve written about my dark and depressed past in my post The Best Books of the Summer. I’m also a heavy reader and always have plenty of books in my infinite pile. This summer was a particularly challenging one for me because of two things: my mother’s death and the death of a close friend of mine. I’ve been playing around with my relationship with my mom and the idea of her as a significant other to me so this was a very awkward summer for me.

I’m lucky that Amy knows how to read. I’ve been able to read some of my favorite books at night, or when I’m in the bathroom, when I’m trying to scrub my teeth. The rest of my pile is pretty bare.

It’s painful to write, is what I think I think. I’ve been writing on my phone since I was 11 and my computer since I was 17. I’ve gotten better at it and I think it’s time to move to the cloud and write on paper. There is plenty of music in my pile, but there’s not enough writing.

I’m not sure where I will end up. I’ve got a few friends who I love and care about, but my real life adventure continues.