The truth is, there’s been so much going on that I don’t know where to begin. I should be happy, but instead it seems I can’t seem to stop crying. And yet, I can’t talk about it because the bad things aren’t happening to me, they’re happening to everyone around me. So I’ve been immune to the bad luck. But I feel so crazy inside.
I miss people. Maybe that’s why I’ve been having schoolgirl crushes and obsessed with Sookie Stackhouse. I feel like I keep running away, running away from me. I’m afraid to look at myself.
I am not a woman of action. I am too cautious by half. A lot of the time I am downright lazy. I get stuff done that I need to, but I’m never proactive. I feel overwhelmed by all the things that I should be but am not.
Continue reading “After the hiatus”