I’m listening to The National and laying on my floor because my bed is covered in clothes that are not yet folded. I am feeling like a laundry pile of a human being.
Haphazard and amorphous. It’s a sand pit of a feeling. Hard to get out.
I saw a movie that was too dark. I have things on my mind that make my brain twitchy and anxious that I don’t want to think about right now, but I can’t shake’em. I hate that my head works this way.
