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The Life of me, Arianna
I sit in my basement wondering. Wondering about what you may ask? The answer to that question is quite simple, the what haves and the whys that pop into my head. I know I shouldn’t always think that could have happened, but what would have happened if I didn’t make mistakes, if I would have chosen a different route? What if I didn’t say the things I said? What if I thought of other ways to solve my problems? Thinking what could have happened. Thinking “What did I do wrong?” I wonder this every day. Not a second I don’t think. It almost hurts to think of the past, but I will still keep a nice happy smile. Pretend nothings wrong while I sit in my basement, when others are going out having fun and making something of the day. Actually I am more of a night person, in the way that I didn’t go to sleep until two or three in the morning. Oh well…life will be fine. It has been. Though sometimes I think you live to die so why bother living, but then I snap back to reality and fine something to look forward to.
Looking at the walls of my basement make me think. Its weird I can almost relate to them. Unfinished, the walls are bumpy, you look up and you can see foundation and wood planks. You look up and you see a story. I have my little corner where a spend most of my time. It is usually quite warm in here, though the floor above it is freezing cold. All I have is my computer, my guitar and a television, though not really in the corner. I am the only one who comes down here, except my mother, when she does her laundry. I sit down here listing to music and talking to friends, not being with them makes me quite sad though. The only human contact I ever have is my friends, my parents never being here.
Music keeps me sane. I listen to music all day, except when I am on the phone. The voices are nice and give me inspiration. The worst time of my life was when we had a flood down here and for a few months I couldn’t be down here, I also had school troubles and no computer. During that time I was sad. So really what does that tell you about me? I’ll let you judge.
Have fun Pleas Comment lol
I sit in my basement wondering. Wondering about what you may ask? The answer to that question is quite simple, the what haves and the whys that pop into my head. I know I shouldn’t always think that could have happened, but what would have happened if I didn’t make mistakes, if I would have chosen a different route? What if I didn’t say the things I said? What if I thought of other ways to solve my problems? Thinking what could have happened. Thinking “What did I do wrong?” I wonder this every day. Not a second I don’t think. It almost hurts to think of the past, but I will still keep a nice happy smile. Pretend nothings wrong while I sit in my basement, when others are going out having fun and making something of the day. Actually I am more of a night person, in the way that I didn’t go to sleep until two or three in the morning. Oh well…life will be fine. It has been. Though sometimes I think you live to die so why bother living, but then I snap back to reality and fine something to look forward to.
Looking at the walls of my basement make me think. Its weird I can almost relate to them. Unfinished, the walls are bumpy, you look up and you can see foundation and wood planks. You look up and you see a story. I have my little corner where a spend most of my time. It is usually quite warm in here, though the floor above it is freezing cold. All I have is my computer, my guitar and a television, though not really in the corner. I am the only one who comes down here, except my mother, when she does her laundry. I sit down here listing to music and talking to friends, not being with them makes me quite sad though. The only human contact I ever have is my friends, my parents never being here.
Music keeps me sane. I listen to music all day, except when I am on the phone. The voices are nice and give me inspiration. The worst time of my life was when we had a flood down here and for a few months I couldn’t be down here, I also had school troubles and no computer. During that time I was sad. So really what does that tell you about me? I’ll let you judge.
Have fun Pleas Comment lol