Saturday night I had the misfortune of hearing a whole Postal Service album (or most of it) while out at the bar.

It is one of my favorites, I have always loved it. Long before I felt like it talked about me. Exactly.

It has felt loaded for a long time now, but now it is glutted with meaning. It makes my heart sting like it has been pinched, numb and is just waking up. Only this process is taking so long.

I have such deep anxiety. I feel restless and lost and unhappy. I need sleep and to smile without a shadow behind it.

I was the one worth leaving.