LET'S COUNT TO TEN.
LET'S COUNT TO NINE. LET'S COUNT TO EIGHT. LET'S COUNT TO SEVEN. LET'S COUNT TO SHICKS.
Did I write anything about actually posting regularly again? Well, it was a lie. BUT! It's the holidays! And that means that after about a week, my brain actually sprang back into its natural spongy shape!
Yeah.
We have snow. My cat also has a warm sofa, me. I'm knitting scarves; if I ever finish them I might take pictures and show them! - or not.
Somehow ... I feel like everyone has grown apart from me, that I stopped being able to keep up to date on topics and trends, stopped being able to understand and relate.
It's sad. I don't know if it's me. I didn't change ... I'm still the old silly insecure me, and that's the most disconcerting part about it. What could I possibly tell you? What could you possibly want to hear?
If I don't tell you, you'll never know that I thought of you today, yesterday ...
☆
Did I write anything about actually posting regularly again? Well, it was a lie. BUT! It's the holidays! And that means that after about a week, my brain actually sprang back into its natural spongy shape!
Yeah.
We have snow. My cat also has a warm sofa, me. I'm knitting scarves; if I ever finish them I might take pictures and show them! - or not.
Somehow ... I feel like everyone has grown apart from me, that I stopped being able to keep up to date on topics and trends, stopped being able to understand and relate.
It's sad. I don't know if it's me. I didn't change ... I'm still the old silly insecure me, and that's the most disconcerting part about it. What could I possibly tell you? What could you possibly want to hear?
If I don't tell you, you'll never know that I thought of you today, yesterday ...
☆