late night ramblings

I'm not good at explaining my feelings, not since my mom read my journals and I swore to never write my feelings down again. here I am though, a few years later (4 years? 2017 

 feels like it was further back, but yet yesterday) wanting to, but unable to now. my brain works weird and even though I can kinda understand how, I don't at the same time. 

I can say how my train of thought works. it makes sense to me but some say its weird. let's say we were talking about disneyland. we talk about the peter pan ride. which makes me think of the last time I was on it, with my boyfriend and my bestie. which reminds me of how much I love the movie peter pan. and I love tinkerbell. she's cute and has a temper like me. but I have a temper like my dad. and my dads an asshole who  I hate. and i wish he was never in my life. but then again I invited him in. I wonder what he's doing since trump isn't president now. probably crying. thinking of trump, I gotta wash my mask that leads to a song called "fuck donald trump"

see what happened there? its how my brain works. its weird but I think it makes sense. its like a train, and I'm hopping from car to car on it. 

I think I'm done rambling for tonight.