Hey there, journal. It's me, Chloe. The one and only punk-rocker extraordinaire. Today has been a complete shitshow from start to finish, and I just need to let it all out before I explode.
A Day of Disappointment
So this morning started off with yet another argument between me and my mom. Surprise surprise! She just can't seem to understand why I want to live life on my own terms instead of following the path she thinks is "right." Well guess what? Her idea of right is so damn boring that it makes me want to puke.
I stormed out of the house, slammed the front door behind me like a true rebel without a cause, and headed straight for Frank's RV down by the junkyard. He always knows how to make things interesting.
Trouble in Paradise
But as luck would have it (or rather lack thereof), when I got there Frank wasn't alone. Nope, he had some new girl hanging around him like an annoying little puppy dog begging for attention. Ugh! Just what I needed – competition!
I tried my best not to show how pissed off I was but ended up blurting out some snarky comment about her taste in music or something equally obnoxious. Of course, that didn't go over well with either Frank or his new plaything.
They both gave me these judgmental looks as if they were better than me somehow...as if they knew anything about real rebellion or living life on the edge. Well screw them!
Escaping Reality
Frustrated beyond belief at their lack of understanding (and honestly just sick of being around people who don't get it), I decided enough was enough – time for an escape plan. And by escape plan, you know exactly what kind of escape plan I'm talking about: drugs.
Yeah yeah yeah...before you start judging or lecturing me on how I'm just running away from my problems, let me tell you something – drugs make everything better. At least for a little while.
So off I went to find Nathan, the local drug dealer extraordinaire. He always has the good stuff and knows how to keep his mouth shut. But of course, nothing can ever be easy in my goddamn life.
An Unwelcome Surprise
I found Nathan hanging out behind the diner like he usually is when he's "working." But instead of giving me that sly smile and asking what I wanted this time, he had this weird look on his face...like someone had just kicked him in the balls or something.
Turns out some new guy named Mark (or was it Mike? Who cares) came to town and started selling even better shit than Nathan could get his hands on. Can you believe it? Now I have to go all over Arcadia Bay looking for some random dude who probably doesn't even know what real rebellion looks like!
The Search Begins
So there I was, wandering aimlessly through town searching for this elusive Mark/Mike character with no clue where to start. And let me tell you – Arcadia Bay isn't exactly a bustling metropolis filled with exciting places or interesting people.
I asked around at Blackwell Academy but got nothing but blank stares and shrugs as responses. "Have you tried asking Frank?" someone finally suggested. Oh sure! Because Frank is suddenly Mr. Helpful now?
A Ray of Hope?
Feeling defeated but not ready to give up just yet (because we punks never back down), I decided maybe Max would know something about Mark/Mike since she seems to magically know everything else these days.
Max...ugh! She moved away without so much as a goodbye after her dad died. Yeah yeah yeah, tragedy strikes everyone differently – blah blah blah! But seriously? Not even an effing phone call?
The Past Returns
Anyway, I tracked Max down to some fancy art school in Seattle and gave her a call. She sounded all surprised that I was still alive or something. Can you believe it? As if I need anyone's pity!
I asked her about Mark/Mike, thinking she might have heard something through the grapevine, but nope! Of course not! Instead, she started blabbering on about how great art school is and how much "growth" she's experienced since leaving Arcadia Bay.
Oh please! Spare me the inspirational bullshit!
Another Dead End
So now here I am – back where I started with nothing to show for it except wasted time and even more frustration. No drugs. No answers. Just a whole lot of chaos swirling around inside my head.
Maybe everyone else was right...maybe life really is just one big pile of crap waiting to be stepped in. But you know what? Screw them all! Screw their judgments and their expectations!
Keeping My Spirit Alive
I may be lost in this chaotic mess called life, but at least I'm living on my own terms. Sure, things don't always work out the way we want them to (and trust me when I say they rarely do for someone like me), but there's an undeniable thrill that comes from embracing the chaos.
So bring it on world! Throw your worst at me because this punk-rocker isn't backing down anytime soon. I may stumble along the way; hell, maybe even fall flat on my face a few times too many...but mark my words – Chloe Price will always rise again.
And who knows? Maybe someday amidst all this chaos, amidst all these disappointments and dead ends...just maybe there'll be a glimmer of hope shining through.
Until then, Chloe