i dont feel as pressed as i used to. stress is washing itself away. nothing is really "wrong".
this is the part in life called the "comeup." things are getting better. acquired job #1, search for #2 starts monday, school is in progress, new apartment, women are still used as the mindless and easily confused creatures that they are and i remain alone.
things are back at homeostasis.
i'm not emotionally unstable. i'm not odee angry. i'm not pointlessly happy.
the only thing i am is excited, for things to come.
i sense the struggle of my past washing off my shoulders and anticipation for the future motivating me to "go."
finally, the world feels like its where it belongs ; at my fingertips. i hate butterfingers (simpsons or not).
