Words of a teenage escapist.

so last night around maybe fifteen minutes to 12 am i crept from my room to the kitchen because i remembered there was ice cream in the freezer and i don't know i guess i'm just the kind of person who craves ice cream during ungodly hours but yeah i got out a spoon but decided against it so i got out a fork instead and used that to eat the ice cream straight out of the tub and then i laughed or maybe cried but let's just say i laughed because it was my father who taught me to eat ice cream with a fork and he forgot to greet me on my birthday but i still remember even the most insane things about him and i don't know man i was just so sad but that's okay because i had ice cream and i got to finish all of it and when i went back to bed to read a jerry spinelli book i just sort of rolled around because having ice cream inside my belly felt nice but then i woke up this morning with my tummy aching but all is well because sometimes you can either choose to wallow in self-pity or forget the people who forget about you and just eat lots of ice cream