3.14.16

 

Spring has always felt hopeful.

Hopeful feels good.

 

!!@#$%^

I keep thinking that I should have something profound to say, but I'm stuck at the point of grief that I like to call All The Swear Words. 

How do I feel?  All The Swear Words.

What do I want to say?  All The Swear Words.

So, there's that.