well, that’s good then.

i have a series of unfinished projects that i gaze upon with hope and optimism. they never linger in the back of my mind--they compartmentalize themselves into tiny drawers, which are conveniently filled with more ideas and storylines. it’s so incredibly pleasant to have that sort of security within myself and my creative prowess.

what’s more, is that i am just a naturally organized person. my car, bedroom, and home are all very neat and orderly and i feel so at peace when i am amidst the pile of laundry that...never...seems...to...stop...building...itself...up....but my gratitude for having clothes supercedes my inability to fold them. so i suppose it’s a nice place to be.

stability comes easily to me. i rarely have to work on my mental health in order to feel sound and rational. i have an uncanny way of understanding exactly why i feel, what i feel, when i feel it. i have never felt isolated and misunderstood for my emotions, nor have i ever felt the need to be more in control. in fact, more often than not, i have complete control over myself, my emotions, my mental health, and my drinking habits.