Sometimes work is better than home. It's quiet here today. I'm quiet ............
*car crash sound*

nevermind.

people are stupid.

I want kisses.

I try to let the want and anger and envy and bitter and love flow through me. They are just feelings, electrical impulses. They are just temporary.

One of my favorite writers reminded me this in her post which is closed to the public eye, so I wont quote her. (Thanks for reminding me!)

Edit:
a few hours have passed and I've found the quiet again.
So many things to work on inside and out..... one at a time, right?