Sometimes I get so angry I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't destroy something or scream or cry or tear my hair out.
Sometimes I get so happy, so grateful, that I want to do the exact same things. I don't really find this strange.
Spring is coming. It is March. I don't think I've ever made anyone truly understand why I don't like Spring or Summer. Maybe I don't understand either.
I want to cover our walls.
I feel off-balance but tethered, safe.
- Music
- Sex
- Candles
- Sunsets
- Cats
- Popcorn
- Hands
- Lips
- Trees
- Clocks
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