what IS there to talk about?
because what i want to say can't be said
it's holed up inside of me
sad
i think i'll get better
just being mental
chad is coming back from europe early. why? who cuts short their vacation to go back to work? he's already in new york actually.
i know i'm acting like a little kid. i'm indulging in this kooky daydream.. where i stop typing, stand up, put my shoes on (yes, they're off right now), grab my things, and walk out the door. get in my car... and just drive away. i don't even know where. but that's what i feel like doing.
ah, life.
it will be so nice to have a little time, to be settled in my new digs, and to be able to think and plan it all again. no one talking to me, nothing pressing to do..just being able to make up my mind.
hm.
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