... i could write all the rest off with an etcetera.
i've cleared out more room for myself in my life, because apparently i've become a stranger to myself and i didn't even know it.
i don't have a plan, and for the first time, i really don't care to make one. on some days, i still feel like the sun is mocking me and is revealing all things that are vulgar, an ugly kaleidoscope of people, buildings, and other ordinary things.
it also makes me cringe to see people who are happier than i without trying, in their pretty little lives with their petty little worries. it disgusts me.
