So I've neglected you for a little while. Just thought, you know, I should probably keep my rambling to myself, and stop using up space on the internet that could be filled with porn, or cats. Right now, I am actually so messed up I don't even know what I'm writing and can't even think of a suitable lengthy descriptive metaphor which is probably the only thing in this world that I can generally do quite well.
Sitting at my keyboard freaking out, literally "hoping for the best, but expecting the worst", because I'm a pessimistic bitch like that. Really, until now, I'm pretty sure "obsessive compulsive jittery worrying" wasn't in the list of mental disorders that I most likely have. Which is what they all say, until one day, they're staring at a computer screen, hugging their knees and draining a bottle of vodka, whilst praying to all deities that may or may not exist... Hey, prayers answered. At least one of them must exist. Cue awkward question. "What's up? :/"
Amazing how reluctant I am to admit that I worry.
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So just kinda pondering about how quickly I can snap from mid-worry-spaz, to being okay, to being completely and utterly just LOST.
Lost in myself, and lost to the world.
