It's that time of year.
In spring I spend lots of time sitting and missing things. In spring I get sappy, clingy, hopeful, hopeless, desperate, lonely, tired, excited, hungry, full. In winter had some semblance of confidence, but it seems to have melted with the snow and I am second guessing and quadruple analyzing everything again.
This is why I have been taking so many naps.
I swear I am still fun, I just have more inner turmoil than I did last week.
"my dearest scatterheart, there is comfort, right in the eye of the hurricane"