oh and the part where all my work is getting done on time, where i don't live in the house where i pay rent, and where i CAN NOT STOP LISTENING TO "FINAL FANTASY HAS A GOOD HOME" EVER. i've listened to this album at least twice a day, every day, for two weeks.
well, i has a good home too, now. it's called wander, wander, never over. it's called giving up on givens, it's called giving up on infallibility, giving up on assuming that what i believe will necessarily prove itself true. i'm knee deep and it's wonderful. i'm terrified. you don't even know the things this means to me, this transience, i'm running away from secrets that have been building and blowing up in my heart for seven years now. if i'm constantly in strangers houses, and around the eyes of others, i can't hurt myself anymore. it's that simple.