sometimes, it’s not enough to just “know” like i do sometimes. there needs to be a sign. so when i say, “i know it will be ok” part of the time i might actually have no idea what the fuck i am saying. i guess what i am actually saying in those cases is “i believe in you.” because i do. even if you don’t think it will be ok, and even if you don’t believe in yourself. (i’ll stop the world and melt with you.)
on a happier note, butcher paper is grrrrrrrreat. like frosties.