Another Piece of the Puzzle

...that doesn't fit.

I realized I've started putting apostrophies in my writings again. I wonder why. I never used to.

Here in DuBois again, even though I swore I wouldn't come out this time. Not fair at all how easily swayed I am. In fact, it's quite terrible. It's going to get me fucked over, I know it, but oh well. I never have been good at saying no.

And thus...

I am... I am...

Dear lord, I have no idea what I am.

I feel stuck. And I hate it. I feel like I need to do something, change something, but I'm not quite sure what, because I don't want to go back, but I can't really see how far forward I can go at this point in time. So I'm just kind of wading and I really don't like it.

No. Remember. Breathe in, breathe out, let it go.

Just let it all go.