Slow motion moves me. The monologue means nothing to me.

The wind is beating ferociously against my window. I've been in this house for over a year now. So much has happened. It's been one big whirlwind. Everything feels new, it feels different. I feel like something is going to happen. I'm in an awkward state right now, it's like I'm waiting. The calm before the storm, you know? You know how you get used to doing something the same way for a while? You get used to someone or something and then something in your life changes. Then time goes by and you get used to the new stuff and people. Am I the only one who feels that way? It's hard to explain. I try thinking about the way I felt before now, the way I felt in another time period but it's like I've forgotten. It's somewhat strange. I don't know what I'm talking about. Ok, I'll stop.