Things may have begun to get a little bit easier, slightly smoother, and more communicative.
That doesn’t just make everything wonderful though. I can’t tell if my brain is going through some sort of insecurity or if I’m just picking up on unconscious vibes. Probably the former, but I hate to poke and prod to determine which.
I’m waiting for school to start, but I feel like I’m always waiting for something…something to give me a new circumstance or situation. Why? I don’t really know.
The odd part? I’m fairly content. I’m just paranoid.