quab quaws i get so easily irritated lately; i feel like a serrated blade, sharp and disrupted. i'm saying nothing because i know every thing i could say lately would be cutting and i'd like this separation to be as bloodless as possible. i leave in less than ten days. i can't tell whether i'm irate because i'm too eager to get out of here or if i'm irate because i'm nervous and sad to be leaving. perhaps a mix of both. perhaps it is the mixing of emotions in general that is making me so easily frustrated; too many things to contemplate and sift through before i leave everything i've ever known or loved. maybe it'll get easier when i'm gone. or maybe it'll just get harder. i don't really care either way, i'm just up for the adventure. |