Pleased
Isn't it too soon? One right after another. It's like tearing pages off of a notepad for various reasons or none at all. Even though these are just pages, it feels like taking off a day old bandaid. It hurts and the wound is yet to heal. What am I supposed to do with all these empty-not-so-empty sheets, unhinged - falling off of my hands there's no way I can hold all of these. It's way to much for one person and even if this has happened earlier it still hurts as much. I struggle to arrange, rearrange, trying to make some sense of this but no matter what the order - I'm never pleased.