Things are so fucking crazy right now.

Nothing is fucking stable. Nothing is solid. Everything is bound to change a lot.

I want my stability, but I know that’s not meant to come right now. Because I haven’t quite earned that yet.

I’m done for now. Gotta figure out a way to pick up the pieces. No memoir yet. Not where I need to be to have an accurate point of reflection but I have the stories.

Where the hell am I going to be in a year? Hopefully not here.