Excuse my language...

...but life is one hell of a bloody confusing/scary/shiteous/sometimesfabulous ride.

Just when I think I have things figured out, everything goes all topsy turvy again; and it's like I'm Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole-- nothing to grasp, to break my fall. I suppose that's okay, but as much as I love Wonderland, I've always had a special place in my heart for Neverland. If I leave my window open tonight, do you think Peter will come and whisk me away to that second start to the right? Or I am already past the point of no return? Is my imagination shriveling up inside me as I type, hiding itself in the tiny nooks and crevices of my mind, where I shall only catch glimpses of it every now and then?

I don't know. That's what scares me.

I don't know anything, anymore.

Which is why, tonight, I'm going to clear my head and think happy, happy thoughts and wish with all my might that Peter will come and fly me away, off to Neverland.