Blog Post 547
You Call It Home, I Called It Hell! Guess I'm in the zone again for a mass amount of post and honestly I thought I'd never reach this flow state ever again but here we are. I swear one right person at the wrong damn time will always have me going back to my damn roots of making blog post back to back and it's not even like it's on purpose or anything like that. I swear they just flick a switch inside of me that unlocks a different flow of chemicals and off I go. I can't decide if I should be thanking them or hating them for unlocking a skill of mine so good that it's hard to find a stopping point. I just wish I didn't always have to come to be like this. Sometimes I wish I could just reach out to someone and that would be the end of it but nope. I'm always stuck going back to my notes and typing up some rough drafts about everything that's related to them and how the make me feel and think about the shit that's happened. So I don't really kno...