synirr

I feel like I've been holding my breath for a month. The suspense is killing me. It's like I began reading a book, was starting to get to the good part, then had to put it on hold. Only that book is my life.

There aren't nearly enough distractions around either. Or maybe it's just that they're not distracting enough? I'm thinking about it too much. I'm enjoying thinking about it too much. I don't get this kind of excitement often (ever.)

I'm such a goddamn girl all of a sudden.