Strange. A block.

On the way back just now, Vaneh said she suddenly felt strangely insecure. I realized, thinking back now, that I'm suddenly feeling strangely insecure too... I don't know exactly why, and I think I don't want to think about it either. Actually, I'm just very tired and my art isn't getting done and my laundry isn't getting folded. Double whammy. But no really, I often can not enunciate my thoughts... I'll have them boiling in my head, sometimes already decided and sometimes not, but most of the time, in either case, unsaid and unclarified. I think that's partly why I like to hear others' thought processes - because it helps me break down my own, since I seem to be so afraid to actually go do it myself.