The sun goes into hiding
And taking a piece of me with it. I miss the heat already. The chill is enough to wring me out.
Good news: I might have a teaching job that involves me pretty much doing whatever I want whenever I want for however much I want.
I hate reminiscing, memory seems to emphasize the negative occurrences, especially when people get sentimental about the past, I really hate it.
In other news the stewing pit of roiling indecisive madness has another subject to abjure with punishing allure. I feel bad but I want and dislike all at once. I might be mirroring, but, that suggests a turmoil that is both terrifying and beautiful.
It is an odd feeling, seeing a person in another lens as the next, yet given the exact same input. I feel like I know with clarity this person, and I proceed cautious.
Good news: I might have a teaching job that involves me pretty much doing whatever I want whenever I want for however much I want.
I hate reminiscing, memory seems to emphasize the negative occurrences, especially when people get sentimental about the past, I really hate it.
In other news the stewing pit of roiling indecisive madness has another subject to abjure with punishing allure. I feel bad but I want and dislike all at once. I might be mirroring, but, that suggests a turmoil that is both terrifying and beautiful.
It is an odd feeling, seeing a person in another lens as the next, yet given the exact same input. I feel like I know with clarity this person, and I proceed cautious.