& cheers to that
taking a couple steps closer to getting my proverbial shit together. signed up for classes that I’m praying to whatever’s out there, that I don’t pull what I did last semester. I think the fact that last semester happened is reason enough for it to never happen again [thoughts : among other things] you know because I wanna get gone but I can’t figure out why. or how - or when. or any of that. the only part I have figured out, is that this is a habit. but no I don’t want to talk about, ‘cause I think about it so much that when the words finally come out I’m already feeling like a broken record, and that’s one thing that I hate more than anything. because two years on this day I was 2,000 miles eastword without knowing what I was getting myself into, just feeling for the moment. seven months later I was back to the place that had originally drove me away. driven back. I suppose the theory is that since I have tried it once, and failed, and maybe I can try again and get something worth it going. that’s just a theory and I reckon one of these days I should right a book and just fill it with theories. I like the way it sounds when my hands are typing fast and the thoughts are flowing smooth. pinpointing things I have said to use against me and to boil over. good lawd you do not understand why that is something I would have said, or perhaps mentioned would annoy me. you do not understand it. if you did, you would not bring it up the way you do. good gahd. try and understand and stop judging.
