We've all got masks...

...but they still surprise me.

Friday night was good for me. It knocked down a lot of walls that I needed to part with. The night left me feeling more rested and a little more whole than I've felt in a long time. People are meant to be close, it's healing. I didn't sleep much that night, but the sleep I got was deep and full of rest. I haven't slept as well since then. But, I've always slept better with other people.


As for Asheville...I don't know. Today has been shit. I kept waking up at night, and finally dragged myself out of bed around 1. Got food. Got food poisoning. Slept for about 4 hours.
Went to Michael's, got treated like shit.
Got back to the dorm and found out some really wretched information.
I've been relatively mute since then.


The day hasn't been all bad. Sleeping was good. Texting was good. Also 4 hours away, but good.
And I think I'll drive around for a bit later. I wish the parkway was open.


I've got a weird aching in my chest that is really deep and won't leave me alone.
I miss, I miss, I miss.

End slightly depressing blog.


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So at the end of a long day, things have worked themselves out like they usually do.
I can't find my walls, though. And that's a very positive thing for me right now. I don't feel settled quite yet, but I know I will soon. Especially after someone visits me and brings me a sweatshirt. Hooray? Hooray.
I spent most of my night texting two really swell people who both have an amazing ability to make me feel better about almost anything.

I don't like how my writing feels tonight, but I figured I would update on my mood, since it is better than it was earlier.