Impureminds

You know, I think bugs have a fixation for me, I dont remember hearing about others appearing as if they were blowing on their boobs when they are really just squishing their arms as close as possible to blow off the bug on their arm. Nor have I see others rub their lips vigorously as they try to get the sneaky little critters who are trying to steal a kiss, or worse yet, sputter as they spit out the crafty ones going for a french. I think one of these days I got to crush their hopes like a bug. :nod:

I, Leslie, will here by be know as Muffin Face until such times as to when my half swollen face will deflat and leave me to, once again, poorly resemble a human-being.

Aka: I got the last two wisdom teeth pulled, yanked, drilled, pried out on Saturday and now my cheek looks like someone used me as a punching bag. Gross. Well, as someone told me before, atleast its done and over, right?

Yeah,” I guess…” too.

Always, always, I have this feeling of restlessness, that there is something I should be doing but I cannot figure as to what. Somedays its better, I can go by a day without feeling like I am trying to molt my skin and fly away, but somedays, like today, I can barely stay still. It fustrates me, how everyone can seem so content around me when I feel like I could just silently go mad with undescribed thoughts and feelings. Its sad really, because all I can do is hope that in the future, when I am older, I will be doing what it is that I should be doing and my sea of discontentment will be recede.