So many things to do this week and so little I have felt like doing.
There is laundry, homework, stuff to organize, stories to write, test to take.
But i feel all jumbled up and tossed about all these emotions stuck inside making it feel impossible to even think.
I feel like I used up all my energy on my birthday, i put all of me into being excited about that day.
And now I’m 21, supposedly a real adult now and I mostly just feel like I’m still 17, my blankey is my biggest comforter, and I’m pining over things that I can’t seem to grasp.
Trying to figure out this growing up thing, and all the hurt that seems to come along with it.
My story is a story marked by loss, and I’m trying to figure out how to tell it.