Something about the feeling of typing on a keyboard is just so wonderful to me. I just want to type nonsense all the time because I love the feel of the keys under my finger-tips. And the sound. Click. Click. Click. I’m not sure what it’s about. Same feeling I get from writing letters with a good ink pen. The flow and movement of the ink on paper as the letters form. Things that I love.
I struggle so hard with trying to accept people for who they are and be happy for them when it’s someone who has hurt me in the past. I know it’s all in my mind and how I think of it, but the trigger of unsettling feelings just happens when it comes to certain people. But I’ve learned that I love myself enough to know that means they’re no good in my life. Still, I wish I could just love everyone. Some people make it too hard.
OH WELL! It is what it is, and what you make of it… and it all means nothing and everything at the same time, you know?