i am continuing on my own. with, of course, the help of others.
and i know it makes little sense.
and i think of buying expensive jeans and i think i am losing an old part of me.
i hear whistles and i think of the uncrunchy pickles.
anything to remind myself i say. i think of honesty and how much is too much.
skimming the surface. dont get in too deep.
it sure is tricky.
but only if you think too much.
laundry's done.
