Aaron and I have gotten into the habit of referring to the person I turn into when in a bad head space simply as Other. I treat her as separate as me, because she's me but she's not. I feel everything of her, I have some cognizance of being down in a well and muffled in the back of my mind, but she's cold and vindictive. Hyper focused on either a couch pattern or running over something in mind like a tape skipping. Quiet. Even when angry, cold, apparently. He'll say "come back to me" and I'll try.
Now that I've that out of the way.
I tried logging onto this blog using my facebook login, and then realized how long it's really been since I've written on here proper. I think it's a culmination of school stress, general busy days, and getting things out through poetry.
I am such a confessional poet. Also, I need to stop looking at that like it's a bad thing.
What I'm thankful for (because I might as well):
- family
- friends
- love, love, love
- language
- literature
- alliteration, apparently
- class (because even if it drives me up the wall with the amount of work sometimes, I'm an academic. I learn and I breathe and I write. It's how I roll.)
- school in general
- residence (because having your best friends in your hallway is so nice)
- and, y'know, I'm probably forgetting lots. Like how Erika climbs into bed with me and is just a total furnace, and how Cecilia calms down when I put band-aids on her scraped hands, and how Destini immediately jumps up for a hug, and Molly just snuggles right in and falls asleep on me. Or a million little things Aaron does that I won't list here because 1) long list and 2) who really cares other than he and I? It's private. And I'm thankful for the million little things that make my university experience amazing.
That was longer than intended. I now need to return to my weekend of paper writing and turkey eating. Gobble gobble, folks.
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