the gas law

so it's march. it's almost the spring time. i don't like capitolizing my i's because i like the dot. i know it's grammatically incorrect, and i don't write like that. i just like the way it looks on the computer screen. dots. i am noticing phases. i don't like phases or cycles. i mean i guess they are important, but i hate complacency. i think i need some cycles in my life. i guess i have them. not cycles, patterns. i need patterns. i like patterns. i like breaking patterns. no i don't. haha. i can't stay up past midnight. besides that.. i don't know what i am talking about. i have been feeling a lot of pressure. PV=nRT. pressure and volume are directly proportionate and the more i fill my capacity, the more pressure i build. i went home. but it didn't help. ahh. i'm cutting people out. i have too. there's just no room. i don't have the patience anymore. i miss my cousin. i miss hanging out with her all the time. i want best friends. not seasonal friends. it's my fault. i keep everyone at a distance. i know that, but it's hard. talk about trust issues. hmmm. i like rice. i just want rice in my life all the time. brown rice and lots of perfectly cooked vegetables. and i like dirt. i want central park dirt and grass and i want to feel it between my toes. yum. and to dance. i am dancing. i like dancing. i've always liked dancing. i want to dance and feel the grass between my feet. i am ready for the spring. the spring solstice. ahh. vetta. and bugs. i don't like itchy bugs. but i like pretty insects and butterflies. and worms.