It is nice to have some friends that stick around and don't become tired of me. I get lonely A LOT. Not to mention restless and angry. I want to do so much more and experience something greater than I had. It seems so impossible sometimes. I just have to deal with it. I cause my own problems ninety percent of the time. Go me.

In other news : I am heading out to New York this Saturday. Woot.

Dear life,

 

WTF?

 

Love,

 

Tim

 

Things just keep on showing up. Really out of no where. Sometimes horrible and sometimes amazing. I wish there was something I could do about it. So many people have been there for me that I just wish that I could do the same for them.

 

It has surprised me. I don't know what to do and frankly shouldn't. I have to remind myself of who I am and that I shouldn't expect much of things. Think less and just live. Hope is my strength and weakness. Oh well.

 

I have had such a great summer so far! I hang out with friends all the time and work a lot. I went to Boone and Charleston so far. Next is New York and then Charleston again. Who knows what else. Plans are made so fast. haha.

 

That is life right now. Lets see what's next.

 

So I decided to write this out of no where. I don't even know where it is going so just give me your opinion if you want but don't be too judgmental. Thanks!

Camden: Where the hell are we going to go?

Eric: We need to make it into the mountains first.

Camden: How is that going to help?!

Eric: Look, we have to get away from this chaos. Too many people get lost in it. We have to fade away to protect ourselves.

Camden: We can't leave these people here Eric! We can't! You would let them fall into the hands of those fanatics. You think they can't handle it. You would let them die.

Eric: (pause with silence) I know. They can't.

Camden: (gritting teeth) Shutup. Shut the fuck up. We can't leave them.

Eric: (Forcefully.)You want to bring them? Where is their food? Their water? How about shelter? We will be moving constantly. You know large numbers draw attention and then we will be living in the same chaos we are trying to escape.

Camden: I don't care.

Eric: You still love her don't you?

Camden: Shutup.

Eric: Don't you?

Camden: I can't leave her. You know it.

Eric: Yeah...

Camden: We can still save her and our friends. We just have to find them. If we...

 

(Whispers are heard in the distance. Several footsteps moving across the neighbors yard. They can spot eight. Eric puts his finger to his mouth signaling to stay quiet. The eight people move cautiously across the road and into the yard. Three carry bats, one carries a shot gun, two carry handguns, and one carries a .22 rifle. The eighth, un-armed person, rushes up to the door and tries to look into the side glass and windows. He waves the others forward. One takes the bat and breaks the window. They all cautiously climb in and begin ripping the place apart.)

 

Camden: Got to love the scavengers.

Eric: Too bad they are also murderers. They killed those neighbors for their food and belongings. Some think it's justified. I don't think it ever could be.

Camden: Do the honors?

Eric: Yeah. Lets do it.

 (Eric and Camden climb down from the tree being as quiet as possible. Camden stays low beside the tree. Eric walks across the street to his car in the neighbors yard. He grabs the rope drenched in gasoline out from under the car. He goes to open the gas cap; takes a stick and shoves the end of the long rope into the gas tank. He ties the rope to the gas lid so it can't fall out. Eric goes around the car and opens the driver's side door. Looks around one more time to see that everything is in the clear. The eight are still rampaging through the house. Eric jumps in the car and turns the key. He throws his foot onto the gas peddle and the car darts toward the house. Right before impact, Eric jumps out of the car and rolls on the ground wasting no time before jumping up to run. The car slams through the front door and right into the house. Eric, running as fast as he can, waves to Camden. Camden runs to the gasoline-drenched rope as the eight in the house panic from the impact. The lighter lit, the rope ablaze, the car explodes. The house burst into flames  and crumbled under its new precarious structure.)

 

Eric: (Shouting over the roar of flames and rumble of the falling walls.)It worked!

Camden: Yes it did but any other idiots around here heard that and will be here soon!

Eric: I know! Lets load up and head out!

 

(They look at the destruction one more time before they throw on their packs. The glow of the fire on their backs and the darkness on their faces; they walk away into the night.)

 

Hmmmmmm, how do I put this. Ah. I remember. Enjoy your mind cause it will never be wise enough to look at the other side. I love to see how all the blame is put on me. So much misery for the heartless. The blame is passed around in an endless circle but we all know who decided to start drawing it. Go ahead and lash out at me. I don't care. It has taken me so long to figure things out. I am happy where I am now. I don't regret it because it saved me from hell. That's right. Hell. For someone who would change for the better for him and not for me, never even deserved my loyalty. Stop the bitching and constant complaining. You have too much to lose. I got to hear what he is like/what he thought and I wasn't surprised that the truth had been bent and not fully revealed. Too bad. Karma is a bitch and I have time to sit back and watch. I am happy. Content. And didn't have to pretend my way into a relationship. I am happy for you. Good luck. I am still here actually. Its sad to see how some people fight and hear how some people think they can. I don't care. I will do this right. Life ISN'T a competition. If one runs too fast or too hard in this long distance race of life, you will cramp up and fall later in time. So good luck and good bye.