..that predictable things are.. predictable. Nothing specific (but kind of) (but not really). It can really suck when what you think will actually happen, happens. Or it doesn’t suck. This post is making no sense ha.
..is so I quiet I can actually hear my thoughts. Instead of teching for the Statelshow I slept in, woke up to an empty apartment, made coffee, & had my first smoke in peace in weeks. I missed all of my old friends, missing my new ones.
This is my backyard, got to rewittiness this view & it felt damn good again. My mom irritates me with every little thing she can come up with but I still love having her around. I’ll be petting the kittens all day until I have to go back.