'bout those bitter songs you sing...
We're all so full of opinions about the way things should and shouldn't be. I'm no different.
This much is clear: it shouldn't be this way. I'm doing what I can to make things better. Good.
I thought by the time I was twenty-five I'd have a clear sense of what home is. Instead, like so many other definitions I've created, I'm only able to define by it by what it isn't.
I want to talk about it but more, I want to not have to. I wish there had been people around when--I just wish there were people around. I want friends. People to see and know. No, I need friends. I need people. Who'd have thought the desert was such a cold place?
...They're not helping anything. They won't make you strong.
I'd plan a move but this time, I want to go to something instead of away from another. Maybe I'm just waiting for the universe to push me to something.
-Theresa