a short summary of my life
You’re up, Dagger.
I feel like I’ve lost sight of myself, Mulder. It’s hard to see, let alone find, in the darkness of covert locations. I mean, I wish I could say that we were going in circles, but we’re not. We’re going in an endless line, two steps forward and three steps back. While my own life is standing still.
A brilliant metaphor
6. Cycle lanes are built just for you, and then the cars drive in those too.
living with chronic anxiety is like having a beehive in your chest
even when all the bees are calm, there’s a low buzz
and you can feel when the bees are getting agitated and you know what’s coming
and you can only brace yourself for a thousand angry bees frantically swarming around your pounding heart until they wear themselves out
and return to the hive
current mood: doughnuts
Members of my flock had often told me that my sense of humor leaves much to be desired.