indifference
Sometimes I feel like indifference is a blessing. I spend so much of my time being drawn and quartered by the people and problems in my life that every now and then it's nice to totally not give a shit. In fact, it's fucking fabulous.

I've had these tremendous emotional inconsistencies in my life for the last few years or, really, God knows how long. The headaches of the last few weeks have been caused by one of them working its way out of my system, like air bubbles through the bloodstream. I've had to sequester myself in this mental decompression chamber so I didn't pop and spew guts all over the place.

I'm tired and I'm vulnerable but I'm mostly indifferent. There's no drama but there's no drive, either. I guess that's the price I pay. But I feel really good underneath all this bland tiredness, like I'm finally welcome back into the circle of my own life.

Open arms; it's all about open arms.