I miss you.
I sat down to write something to you but something else came out instead. So, this is my second attempt at getting all this stuff out of me that I can’t keep inside. It takes up all the spaces that are vacant inside me, like hot lava flowing from a volcano and pooling in all the cracks on the ground. That’s what the stuff inside me feels like and then I have to get it out. Sometimes I cry to release it. Sometimes I’m angry and I yell. Sometimes I write to you here. I have pages and pages of unpublished words that I just float out into the nether. They hang around out there or around here but at least they’re not in me any longer. I never know how much time I’ll have before the hot lava stuff starts pooling up again.
It always starts pooling up again.
It’s the bad-gunky. And this is my blood-bool.
Maybe I should rename my blog “STEPHANIE’S BLOOD-BOOL.”
It has a nice ring to it.