On Sunday I moved into my first apartment so I can be closer to my college. The apartments are set up like dorms so I got a roommate and its actually working out great. We’re very alike. I’d say we’ll get along just fine. And then I can’t help but think there is something else that will have to go wrong in my life for this to work out because my life is never just fine all the time. I’m hoping it can be something small.
I made brownies for us yesterday. Nutella brownies to be exact. And when I was pulling them from the oven the back of my hand rested against the burning hot rack. It only hurt for a moment. Then it just stung a little the rest of the day. When I woke up the sting was gone and there was a nice brownish skin that had formed over the burn and I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. That burn was supposed to hurt and keep hurting. It was supposed to last. I, for a seemingly obvious reason, felt that I needed to feel that burn. So I ripped the skin off the top and let it burn. It burned like hell after that and it just felt right. I think I needed that burn because I wanted it to be that one small thing that would go wrong. But I have the feeling that theres still something else.