"I've been out walking. I don't do too much talking these days.."

[flyingcoach]

I feel as if I have been saving myself for a clever, back-handed look on life post, but all I have is:

Nothing makes the stress from your completely shitty day melt away quite like receiving a package containing a letter and feather boa from an old friend.

A dear friend.

Whom I still have so much love for in my heart.

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[improbability]

I don't know how much love I deserve these days. Everything seems to be spinning under me but I have too much pride to reach out for help. I've said a whole lot of things I don't mean and was too dumb and self-absorbed at the time to know any better. I'm still sifting through the wreckage trying to make sense of it all.

Sometimes I theorize that I am a stranded alien trying to adapt to human life. I can see it, I can analyze it, I can even philosophize about it, but I can't seem to make it stick.

At least I can take comfort in knowing that I am not the only alien out there.

♥