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the last few weeks have been taking care of themselves it seems. talked to exfriend; asked a favor of an ex; met a boy i've known for years; painted until my back was blue; wrote music for the first time in months. good music.
i know i've done so much but it feels like nothing has happened. i feel like i lack something in the lower right of my tummy. i'm not myself and you can tell. i ask myself every day how i can come off like such a strong being to so many people. i wish they knew at first sight that i'm not much. the first words out of my mouth would give them the impression that i'm typical and then atleast its a heads up. i wouldnt have to sit for a few nights and wonder what i did. sorry cat-daddy, i'm normal. |