It's time for a rant.
I don’t feel like thinking. I don’t feel like feeling, quite frankly. Well, that’s untrue. Rather, I need to get all this feeling out of me. I don’t wanna feel like this. I don’t wanna feel like this. I don’t wanna feel like this. Warning: My definition of a rant is different than others’. Once I start, I may not stop. Or I may just start rhyming...
Okay, now I'm thinking about Star Wars.
I am the type of person who starts to tear up...
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I want to write music I want to sit down Right now at the piano And write a...– Jonathan, “Johnny Can’t Decide” (tick…tick…BOOM!)
a cuddle would be great right now.
It’s paralyzing. I’m physically as comfortable as can be. In the dark, under the comforter, listening to music over the whir of the fan. But mentally, I feel trapped. Reflecting on my day brings a rush of memories I can’t relive all at once. Forethinking of tomorrow brings an onslaught of worry and futile, scrambled preparation in my head. Running through deadlines is...