Life, death and everything in between. Living is easy, but what does it mean to truly be alive? This is the question I ask myself as I walk out of the house of some random girl whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember. There's a quote I think about in times like these "To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist. - Oscar Wilde" , is this what living is or am I just existing? Let me tell you something, having an existential crisis while also doing the walk of shame is not a fun combination. Especially since it's freezing outside and I haven't had breakfast yet. Autumn's going to kill me when I get home, I feel like I can already hear her voice lecturing me about staying out all night and sleeping around. I swear it's like I have a second mother sometimes.
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"August Taylor Wilson where have you been?" I immediately hear as I walk through the door. As if my head wasn't throbbing enough, hearing my twins condescending voice is enough to double the pounding headache I already have.
"It doesn't matter I'm here now, aren't I?"
"But you weren't here last night, you said you'd help me with mom." I almost wince at that. I did promise that I would here, but being at home is so depressing lately. I can't be held responsible for not wanting to be in a house like this, even if I did promise. I honestly don't understand how Autumn can handle being here all the time.
"You need to relax, all that frowning will give you wrinkles." I say pinching her cheek as I walk past her to get to the kitchen. I need to get some water or I think I might actually die.
"This isn't funny. You know this isn't you, Auggie."
"You know I hate that nickname."
"Well you used to love it. You know, when you were still capable of love." Ouch, that was a low blow. I'm almost offended.
"Listen Autumn, things change and people change, the sooner you come to terms with that the better your life will be." I say as I walk past her again, with my water in my hand. I enter my room and immediately shut the door behind me.
The bad thing about storming off like that is that I basically can't leave my room again without bumping into Autumn which will inevitably lead to her giving me another lecture about manners and promises. That's one of the many downsides of living in a small house like ours. The girl I was with last night had a huge house in the nicest part of town. Her room was so high up that I almost twisted my ankle trying to climb down from the window this morning. It's crazy how things can be so great in one person's life and so unbelievably shitty in someone else's. Maybe later I can stare out of my window until I see a shooting star, but I think I need way more than just one wish to turn my life around.
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