I wonder what the next step is.
I hear Bearcat. Every day.
I see words. Beautiful words. Everywhere.
I want more.
I am alive.
I pretend all the time.
I feel deeply.
I worry way too much.
I cry when I'm frustrated, when I'm happy, when it's Tuesday afternoon.
I am growing.
I understand everything. I understand nothing. I'm sure I fall somewhere in the middle.
I say "I love you." (Even though the autocorrect on my phone ALWAYS tries to change it to "I lube you.")
I dream lucid dreams at night.
I try my best.
I hope for good things to come my way and yours.
I am not alone.
I Am .... Old School Blogging.