I know I didn’t get back in touch with a lot of you. Just wanted you to know I got your emails. I’m alive. Just feeling sick.
I have no desire to write. I wrote two things. They were both stupid.
I can’t help but notice a lot of people write things that have no point. I’m not saying you do this. But in the general WordPress public, I’m left with a usual “AND WHAT’S YOUR FLUFFY POINT?” question, which I never ask because that’s rude.
I don’t want to be that person.
I want to have a point to my work.
Tired. Maybe I’m still just tired. Too tired for this. To write. To get up. Go out. Turn my phone on. Reply to texts. Dare I even pick up the phone?- HELL NO. Even if it’s not my phone I’m not picking it up. And I’m not getting the door. And I’m not watching educational television anymore. My mind needs a break.
I wrote a lot about my anxieties. The beginning of one section of my 2nd poem I wrote is not that stupid. I might share it eventually.
My throat hurts because I scream so much in my sleep. I bought licorice throat lozenges.
Nothing is really going right but I need to get used to that.
I’m also in love with Mr. March.