Back 210 entries. That's what I get for not reading in a day.
Everything is just so fucking insane. I would like to fix just one thing, or be useful, or be good for someone else in the midst of it. I don't think that is too much to want. I just keep telling myself that eventually it will get easier. That may well be a lie. But it is a polite fiction to keep me moving in the morning.
Maybe it is just the change in the weather. It's cooler in the mornings, which is both comforting and energizing. It makes me want to run, run far away. Maybe it's the early planning stages for a vacation next year. I'm restless. What I really need to do is find something to leave me exhausted and too stiff to get up and cause trouble the next day. I should go back to fencing or running.
Everything is just so fucking insane. I would like to fix just one thing, or be useful, or be good for someone else in the midst of it. I don't think that is too much to want. I just keep telling myself that eventually it will get easier. That may well be a lie. But it is a polite fiction to keep me moving in the morning.
Maybe it is just the change in the weather. It's cooler in the mornings, which is both comforting and energizing. It makes me want to run, run far away. Maybe it's the early planning stages for a vacation next year. I'm restless. What I really need to do is find something to leave me exhausted and too stiff to get up and cause trouble the next day. I should go back to fencing or running.