Is this what that feels like? Kind of like I stuck my finger in a light socket? Full of laughter and happiness and friendship and hope and hunger. So much hunger. I want to do so many things and see so many places and I want to connect with so many people and just be alive.
It’s always been such a struggle for me, this whole living thing. I’ve never put myself first, never lived for myself or my own desires and needs. It’s always been for someone else. If I could just give someone else enough of myself, well… then I’d be enough, eh? And then maybe it would be my turn. Maybe someone would give back, put me first, concern themselves with my desires and needs.
To hell with that. Never again. Either I’m treated as an equal or I’m removing myself from the equation.
Big things on the horizon! Big, happy things!