A real blog for once

Where the Wild Things Are really, really made me sad. It reminded me so much of when my parents got divorced. I was an angry kid like Max. I, too, escaped reality by going into my own fantasy worlds, I guess that's where my imagination comes from. I guess that's why I'll always be a kid. This is probably so stupid. It wasn't even a spectacular movie, I just related so much to the emotions conveyed. Maybe everyone does, I don't know, I felt like it talked to me especially. I used to throw temper tantrums like that all the time, for stupid things, just because I couldn't get my way. I never even stopped to consider that my mom was the only one supporting us. I was a bad kid. A bad, bad kid.