For the most part, I’m your stereotypical Taurus. There are some things about me that are WAAAAAAAAAAAY off the mark *it’s a nurture vs nature thing. thank you parents*.
I woke up RESTLESS this morning. There is no fight or flight, it’s only FLIGHT. I have no idea what’s going on. I really don’t like this shit either, yo. The ONLY thing that stopped me from throwing some stuff in a bag and rolling out for a couple days is the fact that my aunt called me to set up her PT schedule for next week.
Responsibilities and promises are a bucket of ice water sometimes.
I REALLY don’t like this feeling. I HATE it. Impulsive Eyan has been gone for a REALLY REALLY long time. I’m sitting here eating a bowl of cereal trying to replay yesterday’s events in my head to see what the trigger is and I can’t. I checked any and all text messages/emails I might have read before I went to sleep last night. NOTHING.
The only thing I have right now is this nagging feeling in the back of my head that’s telling me “you don’t need to go to to work today. pack enough clothes to last you til Monday, grab your camera bag, and go. Just GO.”
That shit gotta go, b.