So, today. Today was happy and lonely. The happy I will take any time it decides to show its technicolour little face, the lonely I am in more of a hurry to understand than I am to cure. Lonely for what? Reassurance I think. Reassurance that I'm okay, and things will work out just fine.
I am often okay. I have no idea how things will work out. Do we ever reach 'worked out'?
I think I need to make something, but I have eleventy-million school books to cover.
