June 2010
2 posts
I am anticipated and titillated. Grossed out and excited. I read what I think and what I think is what I write. I like alone. I like quiet. I enjoy being out. I love not knowing what’s going to happen next. I thought, at one time, I knew what I wanted; I was wrong. My equillibrium is off, I am unsteady. I am waiting. I am being patient for the first time in my entire life. This is good for me....