i've felt things in the past week that i've never felt before. i've identified with emotions that had fallen under the "cliche" category in this confused brain of mine. i've begun to embrace even more that sometimes i have to just let myself feel things, whether they make sense or not. i've practiced self-discipline and watched it fall to a heap on the floor. i've felt a chemistry so strong i can't seem to get the scent out of my nose. i've been pissed off and miserable and aroused and blissfully happy. i've realized love and yet agreed to make myself move on.

i understand why things ended up the way they did. the facts all "make sense." but they don't align with what my heart tells me, and that's a conflict that won't go away easily.

but in the midst of it all, i find this huge collection of music at my fingertips that sounds so much more rich and full than i remember. so much music i'd all but forgotten allowing me to bury myself in it and keep my outlook light...

and i guess that's yet another cliche. but i'm kinda over the stigma.