man, ever since i visited carrie in guadalajara i’ve really started to accept my suspicion that she’s a different person than i thought she was. or maybe i am?
i’ve been in a weird mode, and it feels a little like it’s turning into a rut.
i met a great guy, and a weird consequence of that is feeling like i want to run to him and have him carry me. but i don’t want that. for me or him. i want to carry myself.
i feel tired in general though. i dont know what to do except i guess rest.