enero.

it’s a new year and i’m not feeling much different.
i’m walking a fine line, and i know it.
i’m stuck in pause, waiting for everyone to find their places.
i’m listening to copeland.
i’m wondering why my appetite disappeared.
i’m colliding with the past and it sucks.
i’m not wanting class to start tomorrow.
i’m a baby. i’m a grownup. i’m not sure?
i’m still a sucker for blue eyes.
i’m sitting on the counter at work, breaking the new rules.
i’m taking two hours to fall asleep.
i’m wanting to see atonement.
i’m thankful for reunions with b, j, & g.
i’m tired of missing.
i’m thrilled for the return of the pasture club & night drives.
i’m craving a white russian.
i’m determined to make things change.
i’m ready for old friendships to return.
i’m sad to be away from the vbff.
i’m wanting to wear winter clothes.
i’m remembering the most important thing.
i’m changing my plans.
i’m going somewhere.
i’m working hard.
i’m figuring it out.