My mind has been preoccupied as of late. I've been ignoring a problem that's been sitting right in front of me. I'm exhausted, but who isn't? And how is that new anyway?
I'm enjoying some new people in my life. The company is nice and the conversations are fun.
I'm revisiting some things from my past. Mostly things about Brenda. It's uncomfortably and still feels like a fresh wound despite the fact that's it's been over 10 years.
I'm taking notes. And I'm writing. My family is not going to like what they read.
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