I've Realized that...

-That I'm not really sure of many things.
-what I am sure of is that my dog loves me, that God loves me, that I'm a weirdo, and that I will never be normal.
-I'm not sure I'll find love or space or sanity, or live a long life - I'm still on the fence about whether I even want to live a long life - it seems so daunting.
-I'm not sure I'll ever stop missing "her" - I don't like to speak of the dead.
-I'm not sure that I'll do what is healing or destructive or borderline in my life.
-I've realized that I just don't know much of anything at all.