Hm. Today I got the urge to just listen to
32 Flavors and cry. There's nothing wrong- I have a job that I like even though my hours are lame and I don't get much money. I have ... a... well, it's not even a "thing" right now but I like a guy that likes me and maybe something will happen, maybe not, but it's not stressing me either way. Faceboook screwed me over and effectively STOLE all of my pictures [long and really stupid story]... I feel completely fine, yet for some reason I just needed to cry. What bothered me is that I had no idea why. I think it's cause I can smell change and I kind of had gotten comfortable in my safe little ditch where everything churned along like a machine. The changes to come are good ones, so maybe my body just wanted to detox itself in a way to get ready for them.
LAAAA, only one minute left at the library so better post before it disappears! :D