I forget the things that I've said, and a lot of the things I was going to say.

The days are too long, and there is more and more time that I figure this blog isn't of much use.

Today I feel itchy and restless and impatient.

An almost angry, upset kind of feeling.

But it's tucked inside this other girl, and I don't know if that really is what I feel anymore.

Maybe when you're different all the emotions change their shapes, and you have to figure it all out again. But that sounds crazy, and I don't feel as different as I did.

I can tap into something I couldn't quite name the other day, though.

This girl likes to observe. I feel a lot as if I am only on the outside, looking in.

Or on the inside of the outside, watching myself watch everyone else.

I don't know. And it doesn't matter.

The world is like wind, flapping away all the flower petal thoughts I think in a breeze.

Lately, at least. But some things stick.

Time is not one of those, despite the days length.

I'm rambling.

I'm done.