Time is slipping away. I wished it away a while ago and now I'm not sure whether I should regret that decision.
And all I want are simple things. A walk in the woods. Raindrops against the window. A dark room and endless music.
You know, I'm really okay. I'd expect myself to be angry/jealous/upset about a few things right now, but my life is set against a backdrop of contentment and impending happiness right now and I just can't muster the effort for negativity.
Things aren't perfect. My happiness is most likely more fragile than I've judged. But it's real and that's enough.
Also, I'm kind of addicted to cake.