I guess I knew one day it would come down to something like this.
Me here. You over there. Yeah, just like it used to be. Except now lives are joined and I can't figure out how to live alone - apart - yet together. I'll try to learn. But I'm lonely - and I can't relate to the local 40-something women whose kids who boss them around all the time.
I'd rather this whole thing be neat, clean and finite. Will we go or stay? Should we just go and make it easier? Mostly, I try to read in between the lines and influence what I can - what I think is right and good. I eat yogurt and berries. Fish and rice. Some fruit. Chocolate. Not that much.
I bake crazy outrageous things for no one. I have a bite and let my science projects sit on the counter or in the fridge. Then throw it all out in one go.
But I don't feel so great about it all, to be honest. I say things that I shouldn't - and so do you . I wonder, flit and float around while you're not here. But I'm only stealing time from myself.
There are mice in the basement, faulty alarm systems, broken printers, curtains to be sewn and names to be changed. yeah. It's too much little junk that I just can't bring myself to get down on. I'm waiting for something or someone to help me get past all of this mess.
