Breakfast

I haven't had a hearty warm breakfast in a long time

Ordinary Day

Currently a little overwhelmed with the realization of the amount that i've got to remember. I'm starting with P & GSL drugs, so if anyone would be kind enough to test me i'd be happy.

Listening to DCFC made me so excited for march!

Blank

I was the blank spaces at the edges of print, that's where I filled. Like the love I was taken for.

There is insignificance I was and, the freedom to break away because of creaseless evidence.

Margaret Atwood

“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.”

We might as well be strangers

I find no reason for destruction yet no motivation to hold on. The emotional attachment is probably what that makes me hold on. Disturbed, I recall the flaws and then the knot loosens a little and I feel better. It seems as if the attachment weighs me down with the baggage. Yet, how is it so that I am aware of this but I can't seem to let it go and turn cold to it.

I'd really love to take a break from it all, because right now it's hurting and I know that departure would be eventual.

I feel pretty on some days & other days, I feel ugly.