It was yesterday, during the hours me and my lovelies played in the rain at the park, that I remembered something. I remembered how good it is to just...stop giving a shite and run about unhibited, fortelling nothing, just enjoying yourself. I believe that it was also, the greatest timing imaginable. Considering that that horrid mass of stress was Friday morning-afternoon. It's grand to treat yourself to carefree plans. Going from the gates of Glendale cemetary, to Germania Drive, to the hills of Rice, to a basement floor to roll around about with friendlies, to bed, to a state of embarassment, to the puddles of rain. Even at this point, though, I cannot stop this ever-growing feeling of being
-Restless-
It's driving me nuts. I need to get....things....off my mind. But also I know I cannot choose to do that. I need to...talk....
Until then, I'll remember how beautiful the people were that day...
Doesn't seem four days past...