Some things...

I laid on my living room floor today and just stared at the ceiling. I just laid there and stared. A familiar feeling started to push on my chest. A crushing, squeezing feeling laid down on top of me. And I just stayed there... And cried.

A pathetic fool with her life in knots like her stomach. The only liberty she's got left to take is in how immaculate she can keep her carpets, or how stylish she prims her hair. Every aspect of her life is as frustrating as a bunched tassel or tangled yarn.

The feeling of having lost keys would be welcome about now. At least with a lost set of keys you know they're all still together somewhere... But I'm left with tattered ends and frizzy unkempt twine to work on, right in my lap.

Good things may come in threes, but the bad come by the dozen.