Discontent persists

Inner turmoil enhanced by impatience, uncertainty, and a long, steady binge of little girl daydreams. Being a mind-hermit is unhealthy and downright harmful to the soul sometimes. Physical consequences as well. I don't want to leave my bed.

Signals are so damn mixed that they would make a delicious smoothie. An angst smoothie. Not that I've been terribly clear either. Feelings and actions in disaccord as I try to be realistic and hopeful at the same time. This is why optimism doesn't work for me.

Let's see how I interpet all this weeks from now when I've hopefully forgotten what the hell I'm talking typing about.

Must seek cats.