Funny how you can go from eating, breathing, sleeping one thing for two weeks before you wake up and wonder what you saw in it in the first place. It’s like flirting with a new boy when you’re married; at first you think this is just a great friendship but then you wonder if it’s something more, something until you realize that it’s just the same lines stuck on repeat. You’re back to your old ways.
I thought maybe, for a day, that I had something here, something bigger than me and possibly even better. But it didn’t make my heart race, the way this does. It brought just bad dreams and nightmares and made me write lots of frightened little lists. Lists of things I could do. Lists of things I could be.
Yeah, so I don’t totally make sense. I’m willing to sacrifice a little bit of sense to make even more, put my faith in something outside of myself to find out who I really am on a good day. I know enough about the other ones.
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