All my thoughts, they spend me 'round

I forgot you were here.

Or something.

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I have so much to say; but no where (know where?) to start. I've avoided the keyboard for a long time- chugging along as if I were going somewhere, but the only place I've wanted to be is here, pouring out the distractions--- but they seem to have had me poured out.

Growth is slow and awkward, I've learned. Playing fair means you're likely to lose. And I don't like that. I'm trying-- I'm talking-- and maybe soon, I'll be writing.

I still feel everything. I understand a lot of it--

now I just wish I knew how to fix it.

Here's to another look at what the f*ck is going on.....