There are gaps in what I have and haven't told you. In most cases I simply don't say anything. I try to find words, but instead they swim; I want to find eloquence. Beyond that, I feel selfish and awkward repeating my problems, no matter how I try to rationalize it otherwise.
I've decided on a college. Things are going... they're going. I'm antsy and terrified and excited. High school trudges along at a fastslowfastslow pace I have little time left to master.
The puzzle pieces don't fit. And good or bad, in some ways I've stopped trying to make sense of them.
