I am changing.

I thought I might be for a couple years now, but there is a definite difference in this moment.


I am a ball of raw nerves. I need something, I think.

I respond.

I finally changed my license. I decided to be where I am.

I want desperately to love, but I won't admit it.

I want to drink you in, I want to wash myself over with you even though I know you're no good for me.

I will fight.


so,
basically,


I think I'm turning normal.