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I feel like I’ve been so far away lately. Distanced from my realities. Audienced in them. Cue laughter.

Hopeful the next episode will loop me into ‘previously on…’

It’s almost like being buzzed. You’re left on some worry free higher plane, looking down on those still living the real life.

I’m ready for the next season to start. Anxiously awaiting the build up to the finale. Desperately hoping for a renewal.

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Next episode, please.

Too many thoughts, jumping around my head. Banging into one another. It’s a mad house. Not the song, a mad house. Untethered human beings set free. Free to find the crazy in the average and continue to misunderstand it.

Parts of my life are repeating themselves. Simplest description: I’m freaking out. It might be a strong translation of my thoughts but that sums it up.

5 years I lived hindered beneath the weight of someone else. I can’t do that again. Sadly the actions that began that long journey are repeating themselves in a manner that is…a mirror image. Different players, same game, same key moves.

I know things are bothering me when I become obsessed with a show on Netflix. Silly. But that instant gratification of you being someone else, somewhere else, doing “else” things. With books you have time for thoughts in-between the sentences or in the spaces between words.

I don’t want to be a typecast in my life.