So I'm lonely and depressed and thinking "I need a place to be honest, where no body knows me or expects anything or is free to freak out about what ever I say."
And I end up here.
Too tired to write about all that's really bugging me.
But I'll at least explain the title.
I have a tattoo - a black angel wing on my right wrist.
When I got it, I told myself that someday I'd finish it - get a wing on the left wrist. The condition being that I would have one day - one full day - where I could honestly say I liked where I was in my life. That my love, my job, my home was perfect. If I could believe that for 24 hours, I'd finish the tattoo and be able to remember that one day.
I also gave myself a time limit. Because I figure if I can't have one day like that in 30 years of living, what's the point of trying anymore?
So I have 4 more years. But at times I think it's lost cause - that no one enjoys this shit, there's no such thing as the perfect moment, and we're all just living because too many people are scared of the alternative.
But that's where the flying concept came from - my tattoo. And the "who"? Well, I wanted to use Dr. Who icons. It can come together to mean something deep - who is really living, really flying? But honestly, it was partly born just because I had a lot of Dr. Who icons that I've never had a chance to use.
That's pretty much me in a nutshell. Sometimes I can seem deep as an ocean, but honestly operate on more of a tide pool level. I'm comfortable at tide pool level. It's a level people get.
