My appetite? Is huge.
I have a hard time saying no, I have a hard time not giving every ounce of me away.
I have a problem. A flaw.
This is just one of them, I , want to go straight to the solution.
I can't stand the mathematics of things. (Paradox, much, PLN?-Sphinx?)
Dreams as of late? Here we go. One calm, peaceful, sweet dream. Of me holding a baby deer. It may be from the picture of Kelly's Papaw holding one. Grass. Woods. Outside.
The other? Very traumatic. Vivid. Breath-taking, in a bad way. Being shot. In the neck. Shoulder. Being able to see my muscles. Very strange.
Surrender isn't always a sign of weakness.
Why does the fruit taste so good? I can't have fruit, so I want it. Things can't be different right now, so of course, I covet. Why does the fruit taste so good????