hey

i talked to a therapist last night, and it was wonderful. he has magic skills. he listens to tangled up thoughts, stands in the middle of crashing waves of emotion and deciphers deep feelings. he sees truths that hide from me. i'm on that old wheel again, of forgetting. how long did i study myself and discover truths that never change? but i'm further along, i know. i'm okay, i assured him. i'm not hopeless, just feeling my way around a new place i dislike boredom, but this is too much. too loud, to angry, too isolated. i miss campfires and warm hugs long talks and making plans so here i go making plans again. jumping back into myself a bit. maybe starting a new project? maybe.