I'm typing out all the poems I wrote while IP. I have my work cut out for me, but I'm more than halfway done. I wrote over 40 poems (most of them fairly short-a page or so). I plan on starting a blog for some of them. I've been tripping over my foot over the past month or so. Like I just can't lift the front of my foot up so I trip over my toes if I don't walk like I'm climbing a staircase. My hip stops hurting and this starts up. I haven't eaten yet today (it's 4:30PM), but I did do a short walk in the park (one section was super frustrating with the roots and my foot). Stacked some wood too. Looked into attachment styles a little more (what they taught in PHP confused me). I got an appointment with my therapist for thursday too (finally).
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"I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Why not?"
"Because...because...I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn't be able to look for them."
"What, are you crazy?"
"It's a possibility I haven't ruled out yet,"
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