Blown

It's been a minute (how ratchet am I?) since I last posted-- I'm alive! 

I can't even remember what my incessant rambling was about in my last post.  

Regardless, I'm okay? I haven't been thinking about my mood lately, or, I've been trying to ignore them. I'm not really sure what I've been doing.

My imagination has been getting the best of me. And I'd really wish it'd stop. 

Closure has always been a problem for me. I've just realized this. I can think of a handful of people I haven't been able to get closure with, and look where I am now? Back at square one. It's like... I'd rather think the worst than hear the ending. I can dish it out but I sure as hell can't take it. 

Anyways, it has recently come into my attention that I'm not the person I used to be. I mean, duh. But I don't mean it like that simply. I wasn't able to figure out what exactly in switched and a friend finally got my little "dilemma" fixed- not literally- but I've finally found the word! My friend called me "stale". And I couldn't agree more. One problem, though, I don't really know how I feel about it. I wasn't sure if it were good or bad, but what I know is that it's sad. It's wasteful. 

More on that later, though.
I just really want a taco and thought I should start blogging again- a way to let off steam, you know? Maybe I'll find myself again.