sometimes I hate synchronicities. That´s when I feel looked through. When I´m in a bad mood and relate to your blogs. Sometimes I feel understood but sometimes it makes me feel so much worse. Maybe I should say oh great I´m triggered go work with it. Yet I only find myself struggling against my hurt and desperation. I feel I can´t think. It doesn´t make any sense what I´m writing. I´m confused. I love cooking. I love getting involved with my hands. i love washing dishes and playing around with the water. I love it, when I can get results so fast and easy just by washing the dishes. And I wishe
