…And some days it’s not.

I must do a pretty good job of convincing myself that things are better than they are. My grandmother always told me I’d make a good lawyer because I could argue anything. Rationalize anything.

It amazes me how I always get hit, as if by a truck, without ever seeing the how or why, and I’m going to guess it’s not because there are no signs, but because I refuse to see them.

The most appealing thing to me right now is to find a really dark place and disappear inside for however long it takes for me not to want to hide there anymore.

Sounds melodramatic, huh? Yeah. Well, needless to say (to those of you who know me), I no longer have a current need to move to California.

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