I feel like I've discovered what my Paris is (but for real this time)
I asked Nels what he thought my Paris was and he said that maybe my Paris was just being alone so I can think things through; which was smart, but I just got back from vacation and I think my Paris is McCall, Idaho. But it's not just being in McCall, I think it's more of a being alone in McCall. Which I had plenty of this last week. I like being alone because, over the last few years, I feel like everyone is pulling for my attention. "Kik, do this" or "Kirst, do that"; like not even when I was in my coma did I get a break, everyone was all "wake up soon" or "being without you sucks" if you think letting me catch my breath is a pain, try relearning to walk on a shattered pelvis, broken tib/fib. I just need a few minutes to just be me, is that too much to ask? Yeah, just being me requires a few screw ups, but they're only minor ones.
So I guess I should tell you the latest heartbreak in my story, I got my phone taken away (the details of why/which are an argument between me and mom) and I think my mom turned it off. And just in case you were wondering, no longer having a phone mother freaking sucks.
But back to the subject at hand, my Paris is being (on my own) in McCall, preferably reading a book. Because I like to read and whatever. Listening to Radical Something. Cause all of their music is pretty chill.
