kitchen sinks
being drained of the dishes smashed from dinner last night. This china never looked so americanized. The families that look the most picture perfect are always the most unorganized groups of indivudials just waiting to unravel at the seams. Get that damn glue, we’ll fix this mess. Don’t need to waste another 100 bucks on a trip to IKEA when you know everything just falls apart in the end. Why keep trying? It’s a question of teenage angst we’ll never be able to answer. I feel so old yet I see others and feel so belittled, so young and inexperienced. Teach me, teach me the good and rid me of the bad haunting this heavy heart. Pick up my damn feet, fix this uneasy slouched posture. Make me young and restless again. I’m growing old of this smalltown and these parking lots, it’s going on for miles and I’m runnin’ out of gas.
