I got up. The window was black, from the darkness outside. The complexity of the night struck me. A Van Gogh quote flitted in my mind, but i couldn't think of what it is. I hate it when I can't remember things, but I want to. As Amy Grant played on my laptop, I could hear Mom speaking to Dad. It was an annoying sound. Randomly, I thought of Holden Caulfield, which I don't know that is a good thing. I wondered if Mom had friends on. I really need to write this essay. I just tried to get this graded, just to see for fun I guess. This real catchy song just came on. It is the only song I really like from the band, which is a real shame. I'm kind of just writing to fill in the space. People often just talk to fill in the void. Not always, but what
