i

think.
i THINK life is back on track.
when has it left it?
never, really.
never.
i am the one who has this warped sense of what should/could/would be the real and surreal life of everyday.
it is life. all the time. and not acknowledging that only adds to my all-encompassing sense of utter eternal failure.
funny me being so focused on the 'i's of this post [inside my head?][as always?]. the acknowledgement helps me. to not be so much so.

damn.

live, girl; live.