Just settle in and tell the story you want to tell.
I am in such a strange space in comparison to spaces I have been before. There is a newness to my exhaustion, to my wonderment, to my confusion, to my despair, my undying hope.
J. and I. That’s a thing that’s so on the verge of being a thing and today, for the first time in ages, probably because I’d drunk some sangria, I felt mildly ambivalent about what this all means. This new universe of hearing things like: you are my favorite person. I missed you and wanted to talk to you. And other, less casual sentiments that I am not so bold as to share here where people I know occasionally read what goes on in my real-person’s brain.
I just think it’s a matter of not having eaten. And having spent all day pushing every last encroaching thought out of my mind to satisfy the requirements of work – panics and woes culminating in something positive