Hay nako

So why does it come as such a shock
To know you really have no one
Only a river of changing faces
Looking for an ocean
They trickle through your leaky plans
Another dream over the dam
And you're lying in some room
Feeling like your right to be human
Is going over too
Well some are going to knock you
And some'll try to clock you
You know it's really hard
To talk sense to you
Trouble child
Breaking like the waves at Malibu
- Joni Mitchell "Trouble Child"

It’s tiring rin pala just to witness an ongoing issue, even if you’re not directly involved. My brother wanting to move out for senior year has my mother losing sleep and their screaming matches that I can’t seem to walk away from have, in turn, taken away my appetite and any inclination towards sleep. It’s not even the idea of moving out that’s causing the problem; it’s that they can’t decide on a proper place for him. Also, the fact that they are exactly alike (temper, stress-levels) is not helping at all. So, ladies and gentlemen, we have:

a) a mother empty-nesting and

b) a son that can't be told

Drama drama drama. Why must you all be in one place at the same time? I can’t even mope properly.

Speaking of which…

When BJ and I were younger, we used to email each other as friends when we’d get into ugly fights. The objective was to avoid skirting around the issue and just let everything out, even if it hurt. Those letters helped a lot and I wish I had the guts to make one again. Or maybe I'll just ask him outright.

Oh Joni, I really wish I had a river I could skate away on.

PS. I would be a little wordier but damn, I've been too intent on downloading all of Veronica Mars' second season. I'm actually glad the show ended because now I can breathe a little easier. As it is, I spend most of the day watching my torrents download.