I'm supposed to write so I write.
It's not about finding the most captivating thing in the world. It's about doing anything to stay busy. Stagnation leads to depression. Pick something and make yourself do it, otherwise you'll just rot.
I bought a house. It's pretty small but that's okay. It's cute. I think it'll be good for me.
I'm going to go to Ye Olde soon and drink. I hope she shows up. I miss her. I'll do better this time. No after the fact psych ward visits for this guy anymore I learned my lesson :)
It never ends does it? This feeling. This mixture of emptiness and longing. This pit. This hole. How do I fill it?