I am standing around a pile of clothes that just do not fit. No matter how I manoeuvre them, I cannot make them work.
I appreciate that no one is commenting on these things.
It is like everyone knows what is going on but they have realised I have opted not to say anything for a reason.
Thanks.
It is not your imaginations.
No, I will not explain for those that do not understand.
It will not matter soon anyway.
For those that are privy, I did not explain 100% before for a reason. I am sorry for the crypticness. One day it will make sense.
Right now I just wanted you to know that you are not imagining things.
Thank you for loving me enough for keeping your inquiries to yourself.
Because you already know.