I'll tell ya' what's on my mind...

right now, I'm sitting on this chair, in front of the computer screen, eating grapes, drinking water, listening to Yann Tiersen (he made the music for Amélie). Right now, I am wishing I could be somewhere else. I started another idea last night, but I don't feel like writing it in my bedroom. As much as I love writing, I'd love to be in a place where I could write without being bothered by somebody else's loud shitty music, or my mom and my siblings yelling or watching TV. It's depressing sometimes being here. I lock myself in my rooms and put my headphones on, but even that doesn't seem to be working lately. At the moment I don't have enough money to go to a Starbucks and buy a coffee and write there. I need a life for myself. I want a life for myself.