too many partings for one day.
while it is all happening, my brain is usually telling my mouth to SAY SOMETHING so i don't spend hours wishing I had and then end up blogging it instead. My mouth is a freaking rebel though, it never says what I wish it did. so goodbye always feels messy, because i accidentally walk away with a chunk of it wrapped around my head like a giant flashing neon sign, obscuring my vision and making everything around me blink in an out of focus.
