The Reluctant Lonestar

Interweb, it’s been a minute. The last couple of weeks I have found myself both in dark bouts of depression and in the throws of extreme elation. Unfortunately, all at the whims of my (ex)partner.

The thing about not knowing where you stand is that you become some kind of otherworldly thing basking in different realities. Its not poetic. Its true. And it is sad. I thrive in knowing the next step, knowing where I am going. Y’all, that’s my shit! Sigh.