Geez. I've erased 3 different titles for this entry and I've been struggling with this image for over a week. Even now I'm just staring at the blinking cursor…

And I just deleted a whole paragraph of text. Maybe now isn't the time to write. It's not that I'm angry or hurt so much as just tired of some "stuff". I'm tired of carrying around other people's "stuff". I pared down my belongings for a reason. I live in a 'Hut for a reason. I don't want what isn't mine.