Homes for Butterflies

I feel totally misunderstood allofasudden.
I like to think I’m really easy to comprehend… I put all I’ve got out on the table.  But for some reason people keep thinking there’s more to it than that.  They keep thinking there must be something else to the truth… why am I such an open book?  There’s gotta be a catch! 

But… no.

I’m just me.  I’m not cryptic in my language- I spell things out clearly.  I speak the truth and you can either take it or leave it.  So why do people have to overanalyze what I say?  It’s frustrating…  There really are only a handful of people in my life who truly mean everything to me and can understand me.  But the smaller that group becomes, the more I just like… get dependent on them.  The more I want to spend my time only with them.  And then in turn that makes me get a bit sad… because I start to miss those people and want them near.

I dunno, this blog is kind of a downer.  But I suppose I am feeling a bit down.  As wonderful as life is… there are still moments where sadness can sneak in for just a bit.  Mind if I have this short little moment?

I really crave the summer right now.  I crave it because it’s totally inspirational on every level.  Summer is full of life, wonder, intrigue.  I suppose Winter is the same on a different level… everything is cold, dead, harsh- it can bring about tons of emotion!  But I do prefer the laidback vibe of the summer and want to bask in its excitement.

Life is bittersweet right now.  There’s a lot going on I need to fix… but so much that is just perfect.  I’m hoping that by the end of this week, all will be right and I can stop worrying about anything which bugs me.

See you.