Great, another rainy day stuck in the house alone. What to do. What to do. I could make it a Netflix day. That could be fun. Should probably do the dishes, definitely put that on my list. When did my life become this collection of days strung together? I used to have dreams, things I wanted to do in my life. I wonder when they faded away.
See there’s my point. Mr. Harris always goes out into thunderstorms wielding a katana and cursing the merciless God that stole his wife. See that’s a dream. I bet when he was a little kid he looked at storm clouds and said I’m going to stab the fuck out of a storm one day. What I would give for that passion.
Me I’m contempt to be a spectator. I’m wasting my life.