Hey there blogosphere. So sorry to leave you hanging for a month. We'll get right to it shall we.
I took every precaution. I got my room in order. Cleaned my whole house. All of that. All the things that I didn't get to do really before the start of last semester. All this in order to feel like my whole world wasn't afloat, a lot of balls in the air and both hands tied behind my back.
The trouble isn't the physical, it seems. My thoughts elsewhere, always. They're where the future is, near and far away, where things are better or I am better. Or worse sometimes too. Or with some boy who isn't answering his phone as immediately as I'd like. With my doubts and fears and anxieties. With my empty belly because I'm too cheap to buy a decent meal and too lazy to make one.
Still, it's better. We do the best we can. And I've gotten this far on an empty belly, and an empty wallet, and less than a full night's sleep.
I can do it again.
