I don't do anything. As much as I dream to do, or dream to be, I don't actually do anything. But then again, there really isn't anything to do. I don't drive. And the reason I give myself is that I can't afford it and don't need it. I have to pay for gas and insurance and the car, so I really can't afford it but still, it's just an excuse. And I don't need it because I don't go anywhere and can't take it with me when I go back to Seattle. Ok so.. going anywhere really far is out of the question. But I live in suburbia, everything is close. What's stopping me from just getting my butt out of the house and walking somewhere? Mmmm..I don't really know. There's really no point in going somewhere if I can't get anything.. not even coffee. So why go? Ok so.. no car.. and no money to get things. Friends? Yea, sure I have plenty of them, (not that we've actually talked all summer, nor are most of my friends in Seattle..) but the closest one I actually talk to on a regular basis lives half an hour up the highway.. on a day with good traffic. So ok.. no car.. no money.. no close friends.. how very wonderful. So is all of that just an excuse, or actual legitimate reasons? Close enough thing to reasons for me.. for now at least. Back in my favorite city, I have no excuse. Out on my own, I go everywhere, do everything. Live life up. Which is why living with my parents drives me crazy. Nothing to do. Oh well. I'll be back soon enough..
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