if i could be sweet

Kailee and I are going for a walk. This isn't significant. This happens almost every day. but I'm trying to walk the line between daily writings and things that make sense and mean something to me, and it's kind of hard place to fit between. This week has felt like a century. Partly because of feeling alone, partly because of living under siege, partly because uninterrupted anger for three weeks is bound to get someone down eventually. I lose my anger very quickly, and my memory is so short. This has enabled my survival and yet also hinders my productivity for the future. Please, I'll never tell you why you're wrong. There are so many reasons. I don't think I have it in me to change people, that's not my job, and has never been.
There's just a feeling in my stomach that things still aren't right here, maybe this is mostly because I miss sophie, or maybe this is just me being unable to speak up yet again. I don't know. I wouldn't publish this post, except it's been over half the month without a word from me, and i thought maybe this blog was getting lonely.