Brains!

I got kind of worried today that I would be alone for the rest of my life. Meaning everyone I meet would not want to compromise or not let me compromise to their needs and eventually no matter how much you care about that person you’re torn away from them anyways. It makes me nervous. I don’t want to get hurt like that, be pulled back from that. I don’t know, maybe I want someone to just whisk me away and say okay we’re together on everything, and we’re going to do it together and I’ll do what you want and will you please do what I want, and we’ll do it for each other always. I don’t know really what I’m writing.

Sometimes I just want everyone else to go away. Sometimes I want to be the last of two people left on earth.

Sometimes I feel like my very veins are quivering with psychosis.

I’m not taking off my peace band.

I want to be home for ages, which is unusual, and I don’t think it’s entirely related to what you might think.