Ardvark
All but the largest of my belongings are moved.
There's something looming that may put off my trip.
Spent the evening at a street party, talking to many old friend and one old flame (whom I do still carry a torch for).
Oh, this life. I do not understand it.
I find myself now wishing I could crawl out of my skin.
I am not comfortable in it.
I know what I would prefer.
I know what I want.
I know what it is that I cannot have.
I wish I could make myself understand that, though.
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Also, you and your old flames drive me nuts. Every time you see one, you want to crawl out of your skin and you feel uncomfortable with your life.