it's clear we haven't figured out just how to be yet.
It's also clear I haven't figured out just how to be yet. One day I'm skipping and dancing and the next day I feel like the universe's favorite punching bag. I am aware, how egoistical that thought is. I visualize the "skipping" me, dragging the "punching bag" me out of my own mind. The "skipping" me is a lot more fun. I want to be with her most of the time. I say most of the time, only because "punching bag" me makes me realize how much I appreciate "skipping" me.