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Why have I forgotten how to do this? I feel as though I have lost touch with all that I used to love. This was my esacpe, my solace, my freedom. Now it sits vacant, dark, and alone.
Everytime something foul happens, I sit and let it ferment in my mind- driving me crazy. Now, when she smiles at you, or she talks to you, or she tells you to call her after I pick her out in the crowd... I have nowhere to release my thoughts. You feel the wrath of my impulsions, and I never fully flesh them out.
I'm here now, in this amazing place. I'm feeling vibrant and shining and steller. I'm so glad I have come back to me.
xoxo
