Jumbled minds

There's Dad stuff and growing up stuff and Andrew stuff and apartment stuff all jumbled around in my head. I'm a touch tired. I want to be able to say what I want to say about all of these different things, but I don't even know how to word things. So I can't write about life matters if I can't even think them out in my head. And that's frustrating. Because I want to be able to think them out. It's not sad, it just is.

I've made a decision concerning Nick. I'd like to talk to him about it first, but I'll discuss it here later. I know some people are looking forward to it. I considered your advice quite heavily people let me tell you. Yall made me think. Although Mama summed it up pretty well. Mama is the shit. Fo' sho.

Life is like a blender

Things are constantly being mixed up. Constantly. There is no safe haven. No niche where everything will stay unchanged for the rest of forever. None. I have done a lot of growing up in a short amount of time. I have to do a lot more growing up in an even shorter amount of time. It's a lot but I think I can do it. I have to be able to do it. There's lives at stake that are dependent on me pulling my shit together.