I feel like my mind is working a million miles a minute. I feel like I should have tons to write but instead I'm drawing a blank. I wish I could more easily write about my feelings. But instead it's so much easier for me to write about things that are going on.
I met a new guy. I found him online. I could totally see how our souls might click and we might fall madly in love with each other. We have similar things. We both are very truthful and we both put lots of importance on being nice to people. He comes from a screwed up family and I don't. He doesn't want to copy what he saw at home. He believes it's possible to change. He's searching for truth. He's having a hard time finding truth. Same same same.
Besides that, now that I'm quitting, I'm thinking of running away to a far-off land. Just get away from things I'm familiar with for a while. And that which is familiar with me. I feel I need to get away. There is definitely sense in this but it's scary. Really, really scary.
QE
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