I'm itchy, or jumpy,

I'm itchy, or jumpy, or unsettled, or fucked up in some way I can't name. It is hard, I mean really hard, I mean I have no idea how to talk to people sometimes. The things that soothe me are the same things that scare the shit out of me. I need a different city to start over in every morning. I need to get over needing that.

In other news, I am loved and appreciated more than I remember to realize. In the moments when I need it most, someone always reminds me, it's true.