Midnight at the Great Northern.

I dream. A lot…

Recently I dreamt I was sleeping in my room at the Great Northern, the sound of the waterfall lulling me into a somber sort of doze.

I looked down at the waterfall, the falling water splashing into the hollow below. The trees, the magnificent trees stretching high into the sky above.

I’d been here once. Months ago. About a year, give or take a month or two. We’d driven out of town and came to the waterfall. And the hotel. And then back to town. It was a long day but a good day.

I miss those days. I miss a lot right now. Its winter and I’m cold and kinda lonely.

These days are weird and wonderful. Tomorrow I go and see my mother’s side of the family and try to hide from them, boisterous and loud they tend to be. I’m not that. I’m quiet, reserved, all those silly thoughts streaming through my head are loud enough, I don’t need to add my voice to the throng.

I got a letter today. It seems that the state wants to take my liscense cause they think I didn’t have insurance when those evil girls claimed I hit their car. So… I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m calling them in the morning but I don’t want to deal with it. I have two weeks before they suspend my liscense, but I think I can get out of that… I have to. I cannot be without a liscense.

Even if I am… I’ll drive anyways. Fuck them. Fuck them all.

Wow. I cursed. Hahahah. And this time it was even me saying the words.