a plan for meeeeeeee!

So.
I might as well just say it.
Because, see, I’ve been making plans.
Yes, plans.
I know, it’s been a while.
See, they were some of the first things to go, back when my life did that thing where it looked like it was ending.
Oh life, you really got me with that one.
Silly life! tricks are for kids.
But then it turned out to be more like a caterpillar than anything else.
Because it didn’t end.
It was just in chrysalis, I guess.
And now I’m not gonna go around and start telling people that I’m a butterfly, but I will say that maybe life is like a butterfly.
But I don’t wanna say that I’m a butterfly because I don’t wanna sound like this guy I know.
He auditioned for Beauty and the Beast and, when they asked him if he was auditioning for the role of Beast, he said, “I’m not auditioning for the role of Beast, I am the Beast.”
He said it in a low and proud voice; he said it like he was Gaston telling people he was the Beast.
And yes, it was confusing.
And yes, he did sound a little ca-razy.
And no, he didn’t get the role.
But I will say that life is sometimes like a caterpillar, though I am not quite sure where to fit all those legs in the metaphor.
And life is sometimes like a cocoon, though that’s tough on people who get claustrophobic.
And life is sometimes like a butterfly, which is why my life is like a butterfly.
See?
But plans.
Because I have some.
Or at least one.
And I like it very much.
I take it with me everywhere I go.
Like that doll from the nineties called My Buddy, only way less creepy.
And it involves going to an open house in October.
An open house at a school.
Cause I am applying for grad school, folks.
And I’m gonna be going for the business of words and writing them down.
And there will be teachers and lots to learn and I think my whole face lights up when I talk about it, or at least that’s what my therapist said to me.
So this is my plan.
yay.
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