urg.

It seems like once you stop writing, it becomes harder and harder to start up again. There's also the issue of life feeling too personal to talk about. So much has been going on, so many changes. I'm on this emotional roller coaster that puts my NORMAL ups and downs to shame. I mean, sure, I always have had a bi-polar edge about me, but lately it's been too much for even myself to handle. I literally can go from sobbing hysterically to spinning around, arms up, elated to be alive and back down again all within a half an hour. It's tiring.

My consistent obsessions lately have been put on the back burner and I have been just trying to tread water. I haven't really taken any photos or hung out with friends or done much of anything at all.

aside from work, worry and fret...

I'm sitting here at work in soaken wet pants. And underwear. Probably getting daiper rash as we speak. hahahah good GOD...

long story. No, I didn't wet myself. It's water.

glub.
glub glub.