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Feet on the ground....
Sooo yep....
I over judged...misjudged the whole situation
I just cannot with these living arrangements
Why again did I agree to a roommate?!
Crazy face.....
I enjoyed the company when it was occasionally
But now it’s constant and this energy is funky
I’m clouded smothered
And I think I traded my peace of mind for my cousin’s
Oh yea I think I have given too much of my space
Now I want it back.....
I need it back.....
I functioned better with a little bit of solitude and
That beautiful blend of energy that floods my being
A couple times a week
Like 5 to 7 times a week
This arrangement doesn’t work for me
I suppose what I’m not saying is I’m sorry I kinked
The water hose that our energy flowed from
Now I’m looking crazy.
You talking crazy.
My energy is all weird....
Ion want it.
I’m fixing it.....right now.
Feet on the ground....
