Last week I had the strangest dream, where everything was exactly how it seemed.

I'm sort of just drifting right now. Drifting away, drifting through, drifting around. I'm not sure. Just... drifting. It's hard to thrive while simultaneously trying to pick up the pieces of something once familiar. Nothing seems to fit anymore. It's all awkward. Chaos still exists, but it's the kind of chaos that induces suffering, not insanity. I don't like it. People I love have been removed from my life. In one way or another I've lost a lover, a best friend, a parent, and a relationship I never wanted to let go of in the first place. Standing alone is scary, but maybe it's necessary. I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to happen this way.