I have survived yet another week. I got cussed out on Tuesday...called a bitch and a crybaby and a snitch.
My skin in tough nowadays.
I have been having dreams about foreign places I have never seen. I crave unfamiliar ground and trees and waters. I want to hear people speak without a clue of what they're saying. My day to day life is a little too familiar right now, I suppose.
I have to shake things up a bit. I am remembering how theraputic running is. I am making lists of home modifications and trying to save every penny I can manage to in orrderr to make things happen.
I don't want to feel boring anymore.