Flowers. They stink. They make my eyes itch and make me sneeze. They smell like nature. Nature makes me sneeze. Nature is my life. Its ever changing cycles speak to me personally. The constant new beginnings. The periods of dormancy.

I cry a lot more than people around me realize. I’m a happy person who doesn’t mind admitting I hurt.

I’ve been dormant. I couldn’t just let my crazy out for no reason right? I can’t just literally show my ass just because right? I can’t just spill all my deep dark personal thoughts just because right?

Watch me let my crazy out over and over. Keep turning away. Keep ignoring it exists. I’m growing. Blossoming. I have learned so much about myself and those around me in the past nine weeks. It has only been nine weeks. Forty three more to go. Forty three more ranty over-shares from me. Deal.