goodnight sweetheart
I love you very much
I know I didn't write today
but
I did think about it
tomorrow
something
😁
a dream journal
it just rained here
the air smells green
and rich
and earthy
it's like a gift
Earth smell
Sea smell
probably woods smell too
not sure
I feel better
human
it's literally like
I took a hand full of anti-depressants
I want to tell you how much I love you
how nothing matters
except that love
but
maybe that's hormones too
maybe the things that make me unhappy
will still make me unhappy
and still matter
just not as much
as when I'm super super depressed about it
I like these hormones
can I have these instead of the crappy ones
and the ones that grow whiskers
please
seriously, please
I have no idea what is going on
I am stressed out about it
Also
I thought that was the way to go with 11:11
but now I don't
too joke-y, I guess
but I'm not sure where to go from there
So
something will be written today
but it may be stand-up about my job
rather than anything deep
I dreamed
I was working in a coffee shop
I begged to work on Saturday nights
because it was busy
then
I volunteered to clean the bathrooms
and ended up cleaning out a closet
Very Weird
I feel super crappy
cramping for no obvious reason
I'm seriously like an inch from a fuge state mentally
I love you
I can't handle anything
like not anything at all
just nothing
I'm having hormones I think
but
they don't know which way to go
I might so
I might punch somebody
Dude
It's a wide berth day
does that make sense
this is what I keep coming back to
so this is what I'm gonna write
I don't know that it's good
tomorrow
Love
I guess
when it came down to it
my fantasy wasn't really to write
my fantasy was romantic you & me stuff
and
I understand
maybe
that's not real
it's just this
and
I said I wanted to write
but maybe I didn't really want to
I wanted to mourn
you and me and the puppyfish in the house by the sea and all the stuff
I'm never gonna have
and pain pain pain
maybe
I just wanted to get you off my back
and
I seem to have grievances
and
I don't know what you really want from me
and
it all just spirals off
again and again
and
I really have to write something
but
I don't seem to want to write the trumplandia story
so
starting tomorrow
SOMETHING
but
I can't guarantee
sweetness
I can't get happy enough for sweetness
the only stuff that's anything
is kinda surreal
so maybe
maybe I am crazy, after all
I love you very much
goodnight
I talked to my taper
and he will record for me
I fell down a pen rabbit hole
and ended up ordering a cheap cool pen
which might come tomorrow
and
some weird refurbished fude pens
even cheaper off eBay
also
I was going to see van Gogh today
but I woke up with a bad headache
ended up taking a bath
and eating Mexican food
I've been depressed
I think
or
moody anyway
I'm trying to be in a storytelling mode
but
it just comes out
shit from my childhood
and
I don't think you wanna hear that crap
I love you
very much
sweetheart
but
I'm pretty sure I'm not giving you what you want right now
and
I'm sorry about that