I could bitchslap Blogspot right now for eating up my post. Not once, but twice.
I’m very much annoyed by the amount of people who’r crowding my little den right now. I’m a princess like that. My precious little self hasn’t been trained to handle more than 2 people at a time.
When it comes to people, 0 > 1 > 50. Get it?
Anyway. I am struggling a bit with the writing bit of my life. It doesn’t seem to flow out naturally, the words. Like, what drinking does to a couple of you, or dance to the few others and music for the rest, writing does that to me. Helps.
I wish to wake up to an emptier house in a different country.
The eat sleep watch routine seems to have turned into this nagging husband I need to divorce right away.
I’m moving into a different zone? Yes, I am asking you. Because I can not answer for myself.
Amidst all of this, I’v taken up painting. I was *this* close to allowing myself to cut my own hair, then managed to convince myself out of it.
My thought process starts and ends before I can even allow myself to think. You know, that bizarre?
This break has been terrible till now. Smile.
I love my family. I really do. And, I really mean it. But, its almost like I’v never been this keen on moving out and staying on my own for a while.
Blame the people. I’m telling you, my system just stops working when it detects the presence of people raining all around me.
I am waiting for college to begin. Eagerly. I need new faces.
I’m not complaining. I’m only complaining. I am allowed to sound a little whiny at time, right?