‘Starting Over’

Dear friend. Friends, creatures, plants, who ever is reading this. Im writing to you just to hope that your still there. It’s about 12:41 am in the morning. My mother home from work(she works night shifts) like any other night she wakes me up from my slumber asking me how my day was’ how busy work was. I’ve grown to it since its the only time me an her ever talk once every week. It’s great until she brings up how bad she feels about abandoning my life. As usual I say ‘it’s fine mom’ an ‘I have to grow up sometime’. Oh! Did I tell you that I found a job? One of my friends got me the job since she was working there at the time. It’s alright I guess, but it keeps getting worse everyday I work. I know jobs aren’t supposed to be fun, but after my friend left back to college it really hasn’t been the same. Other than dedicating my social life to work nothing has really been going on except me graduating in a couple of days from high school. It’s a funny thought of me graduating’ honestly I feel like a psychiatric patent getting release early for good behavior. With all the other basket-heads mumbling they’re slander. I just took a hit from pipe that I left over the weekend when my friends came over an smoked in my room. I really needed it’ just thinking about all the things that are going to change after high school. How people tell you that ‘it’s a new start’ and ‘your starting over’. Which I don’t understand either(there’s a lot of things I don’t understand) why can’t I start from the vary End to the Begging. Retracing the steps of life that I made, the mistakes that I made. The happiest moments of my life. I just want to re-paint the beautiful painting that is my life and fill in the empty pieces that are my memories. Which I would probably start over too.
Love Always, Daniel.