bad habits, and something new
[It is impossible to say anything without someone taking it the wrong way. It is even more impossible to become someone who is completely neutral. Although... some think they can. I want to know who you are, how you compare to your written words, why you're like that. I want to pick apart the puzzle...]
I'd rather have the skeletons of the fabled closet out attacking other people and not me, so they're out there running around, losing their bones. If one finds you let me know, and I'll attempt to drag it back in. The bad habits don't seem to want to go away as quickly though, but they'll go. Eventually.
I want this account to start growing, to be more open, more truthful. Less vauge and poetic- though that works for a lot of things anyway. Maybe I just need to go outside. It's pretty restless in here, just doing work in a tiny sphere. Wondering if someone's going to break it. I want to hear more than silence.
Kind of an inside joke, but after digging for clay I got some sand. Gonna put sand in my clay sculptures.
My aunt called, going on about how mom's telling her about a supposed boyfriend etc... OM plural G/ess, what in the world was she thinking, still thinking? SIGH.
Anything else I want to say is off the record. But it's there.
I'd rather have the skeletons of the fabled closet out attacking other people and not me, so they're out there running around, losing their bones. If one finds you let me know, and I'll attempt to drag it back in. The bad habits don't seem to want to go away as quickly though, but they'll go. Eventually.
I want this account to start growing, to be more open, more truthful. Less vauge and poetic- though that works for a lot of things anyway. Maybe I just need to go outside. It's pretty restless in here, just doing work in a tiny sphere. Wondering if someone's going to break it. I want to hear more than silence.
Kind of an inside joke, but after digging for clay I got some sand. Gonna put sand in my clay sculptures.
My aunt called, going on about how mom's telling her about a supposed boyfriend etc... OM plural G/ess, what in the world was she thinking, still thinking? SIGH.
Anything else I want to say is off the record. But it's there.