Life is just a windy road.

My blankets smell like my grandparents blankets.
Not like old people, just a very distinct smell.

It's weird, how little things stay with you for your whole life.
The smell of a blanket, the feel of something, the warmth of one summer evening.

Most of my memories are from Arizona.
I say that because everything that's happened in Oregon feels like it's all happened yesterday.

I really can't believe that it's Halloween already. A whole year went by, already?
Time's been going by so fast, I can't tell which days are which.

Some days, I feel like I'm not even here. It's like I'm just floating by, fading away.
I don't know what's happening to me.

I don't talk to any of my old friends, and I don't even think most of them notice.
I have a few that are still talking to me, and I'm so happy for that.

A lot of my friends shouldn't even be my friends, they've hurt me in countless ways.
But oh well, I'm too forgiving.

I hate when I'll say, "I'm never going to be your friend again."
But six months later, I ask them how they're doing.

That's my soft spot. Friendship.
I just give and give and give, but in the end, they spit on the thing we had.
Like our whole friendship was nothing.

I don't know what I'm talking about. Actually, yes, I do.
I'm just talking about everything I don't talk about.

I don't talk much anymore, I wonder why.

I haven't changed, I'm just floating by.

just floating by.