Funny, I didn't even know that blogger was still a thing. No one reads this so that's nice. But then again, that's just one more way I feel like no one is listening. Gotta start writing more. Hopefully I get the script gig and I can do this more often. Used to do it everyday, back when I had so much creative energy I was giving it away. The shit I used to give away for free. The things I destroyed because I thought I didn't want to carry them with me. I don't make things anymore. I don't have it in me to.
Why can't more things pulsate?
I have this stabbing pain in my shoulder, it's pent up anxiety. I think about going to work tomorrow and I can't breath. I'm so frightened at work, even more so than my last job. I just cannot stop. That stabbing pain.
When does this nagging feeling go away?
I'll read this in a year or two and tell myself it wasn't that bad really. That I was being over-dramatic.
That my problems didn't really matter in the long run.
What other choice is there?
Too much drama from someone who is almost 31.
