once a day.
Lately I’ve been so happy that this sudden turn of mood kind of startled me.
I think my ability to see the romance is life might be gone.
I feel like a stick in the mud.
Example:
I no longer think about moving away and starting a new life in a new city with new people and new goals to pursue.
I think about how I’m ready to move away because I know how to cook and clean and do laundry on Sundays and how I just want a job so I can be a working slob and support myself. I may not even get to leave Santa Maria for another year and a half and I don’t even get mad anymore.
I feel like a light just went out.
