Is it too boring?
The world will be better when I'm older.
That's the idea everyone seems to have at my age.
For whatever reason, all the kids I went to high school with were convinced that they were going to make a difference. Regardless that no one seemed to have any real plans or motivation to do anything and all I ever saw my friends do about it was sit on their asses, blogging about how they're going to change the world...eventually.
My best friend Clara Flanners and her boyfriend Royce were prime examples of this. They had their eyes set on a future where people sat around singing campfire songs and loving each other all day because the world at that point will just be one huge hippie commune.
They liked weed, if you couldn't guess.
I never really believed in the dream, though. Not even when I was a little girl. I guess I've just never been very optimistic since my mom left five years ago when I was 12.
And now that my dad was gone, I didn't see myself looking forward to the future anytime soon.
Royce and Clara had spent the past two days since his funeral trying to do anything to distract me or to cheer me up. I almost felt bad about how they had failed so hard at it. But it wasn't their fault.
Losing my dad was difficult, and now I was being forced to uproot myself from Los Angeles to move to my aunt's apartment in Seattle, where I'd be alone in a completely new place. It put me in a depressed fog that I wasn't sure I wanted to get out of. At least not for a while.
The world will be better when I'm older.
That's the idea everyone seems to have at my age.
For whatever reason, all the kids I went to high school with were convinced that they were going to make a difference. Regardless that no one seemed to have any real plans or motivation to do anything and all I ever saw my friends do about it was sit on their asses, blogging about how they're going to change the world...eventually.
My best friend Clara Flanners and her boyfriend Royce were prime examples of this. They had their eyes set on a future where people sat around singing campfire songs and loving each other all day because the world at that point will just be one huge hippie commune.
They liked weed, if you couldn't guess.
I never really believed in the dream, though. Not even when I was a little girl. I guess I've just never been very optimistic since my mom left five years ago when I was 12.
And now that my dad was gone, I didn't see myself looking forward to the future anytime soon.
Royce and Clara had spent the past two days since his funeral trying to do anything to distract me or to cheer me up. I almost felt bad about how they had failed so hard at it. But it wasn't their fault.
Losing my dad was difficult, and now I was being forced to uproot myself from Los Angeles to move to my aunt's apartment in Seattle, where I'd be alone in a completely new place. It put me in a depressed fog that I wasn't sure I wanted to get out of. At least not for a while.