sir_isaac_mutant

So, I feel bad. I feel so bad. Also, I feel really good. And guilty and pleased. And rising and sinking.

Love. I can't get my head around it.

I rarely say that word out loud. It is the same impulse that causes this as the need I feel to only secretly really appreciate good hugs.

I love good hugs.

Along with that, I like secretly living my life in imagination while wasting all of my real opportunities. I delight in being useless when I don't do anything.

Ha. Whiny, but true.