I fear to write about what’s going on with me right now, just in case something stupid happens and it causes things to unnecessarily fall apart. So I guess I’ll be vague but emotion-packed. That sounds like a good movie write-up, who wouldn’t want to see that film?
I trust God, I do, or I am sincerely trying to, I wish my community was here. One shouldn’t be alone on nights such as this, this is the whole reason God surrounds us with people that love us. Excepting that the people that love us, aren’t so much here, or at least the people that really love me, who would take me out for a frosty bev and make me laugh and tell me that no matter what all this amounts to that I am love and it’s going to be okay. They are a phone call away, but there is no end to how much I could use a hug, one from someone who wants to be here to hug me, and in this state, there really isn’t. And that’s okay I am not complaining, I’m just… crying and still with the onion taste.
I don’t know what I want but I do know that I want to know, and I think I might implode or explode sans this knowledge.
My onion breath is starting to offend even me and there’s this friggin pack of PB cups calling to me from the kitchen, which would be tasty, but would merely mask my onion breath. And run the risk of causing extreme morning after guilt. dang. I want chocolate.