I know I'm a bit melodramatic, but I'm sure the world will be happy to know that my foreboding has gone. It's like I spent a couple days at Orange and am back down to yellow. Thank goodness cause my nerves can't handle that shit. I have felt like I'm in purgatory lately and I know it's my own bloody fault. I'm a fool, even if my closest friends say I'm not. Or maybe I really am just insane. Who knows?
Been listening to a lot of Leonard Cohen and reading a lot more. It's been nice to establish a routine and to actually expand my non-classical music leanings. But the. Thing I've found best for me is my near daily writing in my journal. nothing I would dare put here, but it gets everything out in a way that is at least healthy.
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