only speaking in run ons.

i went to goddamn italy. i stayed there for not one, not two, but three goddamn fucking weeks. i was with my fucking mother. it was great. i read raymond chandler on the beach and was bombarded with katy fucking perry shit.










then i came home and got to see my amazing boy. here is a picture of the two of us cuddling:



i am still acclimating myself to being around people. in italy, i could pretend i didn't know how to speak the language. or simply just not move my mouth. i created an entirely new world in my head that i'm overwhelmingly excited to share with my therapist and sat in my bed for hours listening to music by myself. now there are people everywhere and i have to be overly nice to them so that they think i don't have an attitude problem. it's a big shift in my time/space continuum.