I have absolutely zero clue what the fuck I’m doing. For all of the time I spend telling everyone else that “it’s all going to be okay”, I’m panicking on the inside. I know what I want. Whether I’m going to get it is an insane fucking mystery. I don’t even know where to start. The last time I tried putting one foot in front of the other, I fell down the stairs. “It’s normal to experience some confusion.” That’s what they tell you when you hit your head. 6-8 weeks, they say. Somehow, I have a feeling it will go on for a lot longer than that.
Tuesday August 23, 2011