.: Oxymoronic :.

That is probably the first time I ever had that status. There isn’t really much to say; just read: it’s complicated.

Rewind to early this year, when I really had nothing…no one. Just
plain being dormant. Tried opening a few cans. Hmmm…some would look
exquisite on the outside but would smell like rotten calamari from the
tin. Come to think of it, it’s not shopping - no one’s a grocery item.

Re-packaging - oh how I love that term! It doesn’t work in this case.
Stuff had to be unraveled. One thing I learned from the whole dating
crapola: your clothes can only bring you somewhere.

And now it is like I’m blessed but I’m being punished at the same time.
I might be filling the whole alphabet soon. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not
liking it. There are things that I’m really sure of right now and I can
tell pointblank. Do I need to spit it out? Yes.

One thing’s definitely certain, I’m lost, but I am NOT CONFUSED.

Somebody win me.