why do things happen the way they do? She can't always complain about the outcome, really. Sometimes when you put all the chips on the table and you lay down your hand, you win it all. However, most often than not this is not the case. I'd say that lately she's tired of gambling her life away. Consistency would be nice. Something solid, gripping, secure. Does it exist? Maybe. She's complained that life feels like it's fit itself in one of those little photo cubes that collects dust in the back corner of your desk, displaying memories of the good ol' days. Memories. Memories of a time when life felt more like an adventure than a broken record playing the same 2 words to a favorite song 3 years ago.
When does life begin to take shape? When does it become something more than what it is? She's a lot like me; I'd have to say. Waiting for something good to take root...waiting. There's just so much more than this. Wow, that sounds cliche. HAHA! This should end before I become all "Dashboard Confessional" on you all. LOL