I have by told by someone who is supposed to be in the know that I have been in survival mode for the last 7 months of my existence. What's next? Am I done trying to survive?
When asked if I was suicidal I laughed and said, "why bother, time will take care of that on it's own".
It's a confusing place inside of my head. I am just glad that I am not inside of yours now instead. I do have some sort of a vague map for mine, 'though it is subject to change without notice and I can very well find myself totally lost behind enemy lines.
The boxes in the corners of my mind are screaming and the tops are bouncing up and down. It may be time to check out the contents. I have to wonder if my storage of things like that is the best idea. There are lots of boxes stacked up in my head. Some of them have been there so long the labels are faded completely away. I wonder, will the box fade away too?
I am the survivor extraordinaire. I am the great I am!
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