Thick.

I'm waking up from the dream and I'm noticing it won't be so easy this time. I have that safety net, but I can't rely on it. Defeats the purpose of a safety net, right?

I'm still figuring out some stuff and noticing little things during my travels. The air is thicker. I don't know why I used that reference, but the air is quite thick. Only way I can actually describe it. Throw me a fucking bone and let me chew on it. I'm hungry. Analyze that last sentence and tell me what you think.

Waking up is temperamental. It's like a few girls I know. One minute they are ___ and the next they are ____. You know where I am going with that. You don't need the adjectives to feel that one out. If you do, then tough luck, kid.

Oh wait, I was going somewhere with this, right? This school year is in full swing and I still don't know how to feel about it. One thing I know is that I am truly happy. I wake up wanting to go to class while complaining about going to class to everyone while secretly enjoying every minute of it. I don't know what to feel because I am a year behind in my head. I wasted last year, in more ways than one in my head and I feel stupid because I should've noticed some things in my life sooner. Why did it take me so long? Why haven't I grown enough?

It all stems from my weird point of view that plagued me for years. I will get over it. Just comes up sometimes and I wash my hands a few times hoping to get the stains out to later find out that I just brushed the surface.