I have this itch to write down whatever I'm thinking. It normally hits in the middle of the night while I'm trying to sort out everything going on in my brain. To me, my brain is a circular room with a loud voice screeching over another loud voice while a tiny voice tries to push through. It hurts most of the time to listen to it all and I try to shut myself up most of the time. Jon says he can make his thoughts go blank. I can't even imagine that. I have regular thoughts that I go over every day, plus taking in whatever is going on at the time, plus plus thinking about what I'm thinking about.
The heat bothers me. I can't stand the sound of it running. It feels like an itch inside my chest that I can't scratch. But, Bonus!! That means our utility bills are low this winter.
So right now I feel kind of disjointed and head explody so I'll go, but it feels very therapeutic to write everything down.
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