Fuzzy

Monday, May 12, 2008

I feel fuzzy. I felt so much yesterday, indeed, and talking to Bren this morning. And as the day goes on I grow more doubtful, confused, annoyed, scared...how do I feel? How do I know what I feel? Etc. Same as before. And now I come home and it's empty again, the second day. And I want him to come home too. If he's gone, here, talking to me or not, cold or warm, he's always in my mind. Pablo and Aud are coming over, so that should be fun. Maybe I just need to learn to be alone. Maybe I just need to learn to trust my feelings some more. Trust your strongest feelings, trust your happiest times. Wouldn't that be wonderful.

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At May 13, 2008 11:47 AM , Blogger ariah said...

Yes, that was fun, and odd but not at all odd. More like it should have been odd for me. Thanks for having us over!

 

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This is One Black Rose, Jamie's blog of rambling about pretty much anything she can think of. This version is entitled "Blank Slate" because, well, I'm starting over.

This year has been rather tough, to say the least, and I'm coming out clean on the other side. I have my love, my passions, and the rest of my life to look forward to.

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