Today

I took the string off my wrist today. I put it on at the beginning to 8th grade for no particular reason. I saw it in our truck just lying around so I decided to tie it around my wrist. I thought I might take it off to signify some momentous event, like my first kiss or losing my virginity or something like that. But I left it on because I liked it. It didn’t wear out very quickly because its nylon. But recently it’s become kind of thin and covered with pink fuzz from my bed.
I was looking at it today thinking that I should take it off soon, and I thought about cutting it off at spring break, so there was something to correlate with when I took it off. I thought I might want to take it off at a specific turning point in my life. But then I decided that I was just going to take it off today, nothing special, its just time for it to no longer be on me. I want to keep the string, it means a lot to me, I'm not sure why, or what it means, but it's been on my wrist for six years. I guess in a way it kept me feeling individual, I always identified with the slightly awkward piece of string on my wrist. And getting really deep here, I think that I don’t need the reminder anymore, it will always be a part of me. My weird little piece of string that had no significance in the first place.
I know that is an incredibly intense analysis for a little piece of string but I've decided recently that instead of discrediting my extremely hippie thought I will acknowledge them and accept their probable validity.
The End.


And last night I had a dream that I was shot about 5 or 6 times, and I was with a group of people being chased and shot at by a majority. We were the minority and apparently they had a problem with us. So everyone had guns and would try and shoot at us if they saw us. I wish I could remember more of the dream. I was so afriad that it was real. I just starting thing, I know this is a dream, this is not real, but even when I was saying that in the dream i was afriad that it wasnt a dream.