nothing to say and everything to say.
people are dissapointing and confusing.
I thought about having a reckless moment last night........ was that at one time fun? Home by 9:30 on a Saturday night.......it felt right, though
so here I am in my sweater still not feeling like my body is entirely my own. completely discombobulated.... hm, what a great word, discombobulated. Probably didn't spell it right.
I feel something akin to what it's like when you dump over a box of jigsaw puzzle pieces. pieces and pieces stacked on top of each other. They fit together but it's almost impossible to imagine how it could be. I know everything fits together, it better. I just need the room to spread it out.