Enter. Exit. Enter. Exit. This is life, a giant cycle. Everything revolves around something while rotating on it's axis. Within the revolutions and rotaions, there are smaller and smaller ones. It's how the planets align. There is order in the universe. If I keep this in mind my life doesn't seen so daunting.

I am in love and I'm hating every minute of it. It's all a waiting game. It's looking like I will be waiting forever. I wish I could tell myself not to care. I'm young and have all the time in the world to find Mr. Right, but my mind lives for today and hopes for him to whisk me away tomorrow. I've forgotten how to be independent. I used to be a leader. I used to know who I was. Now I'm flopping around like a fish out of water. Instead of wiggling myself back into the ocean, I'm waiting for someone to pick me up and put me back in. It's not a reliable method. Lonely. Depressed. I'm done here.

Non-fiction. What's my story? I'm not ready to write my autobiography. There's a lot more to come from me. Looks like you suckers are going to have to deal for a few more decades.