Despite the fact that my best friend from middle school killed himself, there's a sinkhole in my living room, we can't use our bathrooms at home, my mom's eye is [for lack of a better word] exploding, I've got over a hundred math problems due by Friday, should really be blocking scene one for WIZARD OF OZ right now, don't have internet access at home, and I won't be able to finish my Halloween costume by this weekend, I've really got nothing to complain about. And I mean that. So many things, not just limited to these, are going terribly right now and I couldn't care less, because it's being outweighed so much with me realizing more and more that I'm really fucking happy. It's sickening in a weird way. Sometimes literally.
There are times where as a person I know that I've got so much advantage over a lot of people in a lot of ways. Gross. But I also know, now more than ever, why I have the personality I do, and why I have to keep people as far away from me as possible. I've got a huge disadvantage when it comes to trusting people and being able to open myself up. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Things are changing and all I want to do is write, and draw, and scream, and sew, and listen to myself talk, and listen to you talk, and sit in the passenger's seat, and tell everyone how disgustingly great my life is.
Some day I'll say real things to you.
