Boredom

Bored. Feel like writing from the soul. Wondering how many more weirdos are going to crawl out of the woodwork to subject me to their convolutions. Wondering about reciprocity and instinct and double standards. Feeling like some people just won't let you be nice to them. Wondering if sisterhood is still possible, or if only myself and my close friends even understand what this means any more (know for sure that can't be true). Feeling a little overwhelmed with school and the charge of my latest project. Feeling very overwhelmed by my mother. The macro.