I’m waiting for it

I’m writing, I’m writing. The days since my last entry have been….well, honestly odd. I’m in this weird mood that isn’t really a mood at all. Maybe I’m on auto pilot, I’m not really sure.

We drove to the cabin on Wednesday. Actually, I drove. This morning we drove to Montreal. We’re staying in a hotel tonight. We went to this great Russian restaurant with Art, Jerry, Jerry’s friend, Andrea and Andrea’s mother. Andrea is Art’s new girlfriend. She’s really great and I like her a lot. She doesn’t treat me like a kid at all, which is nice because I think Art and my parents still see me as a child. I may be young, but I have my own thoughts and ideas.

Anyways, it was fun, but I’m just not in the mood to write just now.

Across the street a light flickers in an apartment. I can see it through the thin curtains hanging on my window. That light would drive me absolutly insane, but evidently doesn’t bother whoever is there. Its been on for quite sometime, blinking away unevenly. Sometimes I think I’m OCD, sometimes I think I’m suicidal, sometimes I think I’m just plain crazy and nothing has pushed me over the edge yet.

But I’m waiting for it.