I just spent the past hour scribbling onto paper the drippings of my head- something I havent done in a long while.
I'm beginning to wish that I could hold off on meeting some of the people that I've been getting to know until I'm less lost. I'm embarrassed that the first side of me that they're getting to know is this spacecase who is more often than not, upset about something or another and distracted.
I wish I could put on some happy pants and just wing it but I cant seem to find them in the clutter of my room.