Muddy Head.

My head is congested, and my nose won't stop sniffling.
I'm exhausted from too much sleep, and I'm a step away from my senses today. I'm curled up in that part of my heart, which makes everything I experience have a strange sort of lag.

My brain is fuzzy and empty, so I'll leave you with the knewly acquired knowledge that for my birthday it will pleasantly be me, my father, and my father's girlfriend. Note my dripping sarcasm.

A friends mother recently told me that she was on Ann's side. I bit my tongue and nodded, because regardless of what I wanted to say, she wouldn't hear it. And I know she only said that because all those years ago she was in Ann's shoes. I could tell it was more about her situation than my situation, so I just ignored it. Plus, it isn't really about sides. It's simply about the fact that I miss my mother. Sure there are sides to this scenario, but there are many more than 2. There are probably over a hundred. The car ride was too short to even begin to explain it to her though, and I didn't really want to.

I'm not sure I'm ready to go back to school. I'm going back, but I don't know if I'm ready to. I feel like a freshman again, jumping into an unkown land.
I would rather spend my time writing my novel and exploring the characters.

Time to do something productive.
I want to feel settled. I have to learn to feel settled in the middle of chaos. I AM learning it, but it's strange to grasp the concept that the ground has no center, that the ground is not in fact the ground.

I'm ready to be back in asheville.