Here I am sitting at the computer while it's pouring cats and dogs outside. It's insane. Anywho, last night saw me sitting in church mulling a bunch of ideas around in my head. About my writing about where to go from here, about what to do with my freaking life. And all I want to to is crawl back into bed and just pretend that none of these things are going on in my life.
I feel like my subconscious is playing tricks on me, I keep having these unwelcome dreams that are floating topics of conversations that I've had earlier in the day. I just don't like it.
Sometimes I want to settle down, and others I want to roam around... both would be nice, but I think I'll never fully be able to decide. If I chose one I'll always wonder what the other may have held.
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