Words don't work as well as they used to. I don't think that there are as many useful things I can contribute to a situation by talking as I used to. Talking is fun I guess... sometimes it works. Sometimes when I talk it feels like I'm filling up a clean space with something that stains. I musta just talked myself raw. I'm still chatty as eff, it's just... I'm realizing sometimes there's nothing you can say that will fit what you think.
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nutella!
I have a blackhead on my lip??? ;-;
I can make latte's!
I want to hike and do exercise!
I'm happy!
I'm feeling like I'm making sense of things
Today I ran to the bathroom and I did the most efficient bolt without really paying attention and realized I knew the contours of my house perfectly and that it felt like home. More than either of my parents homes do. It feels like home the way houses used to feel. I'm going to miss this house! I love the kitchen and the tea cabinet in my room.
Mew