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I can never write much lately, mind is too clouded with doubt and confusion.
unable to believe that I've been living here for 7 months, so much a blur, so much a different lifestyle and city, and no easy escape back home if I feel that I need it. reading vonnegut and drinking multiple types of tea and smoking spirits and writing songs with minor 6th and 2nd harmonies making me further doubt that I can actually write an upbeat pop song.
glad that winter is finally ending, first time seasonal depression hitting a bit too hard. looking forward to the spring and my circulation problems ending. such cold hands. cold and blue at the worst.
confused with the concept and actuality of what has past, stagnating about the future, but as for right now, something is building, building, building, and it's a signal for how much I'm changing, and finally, it's been a walk defined by solace. not always with positive feelings, tinged with doubt, but always marked with strength and patience.
patience.
unable to believe that I've been living here for 7 months, so much a blur, so much a different lifestyle and city, and no easy escape back home if I feel that I need it. reading vonnegut and drinking multiple types of tea and smoking spirits and writing songs with minor 6th and 2nd harmonies making me further doubt that I can actually write an upbeat pop song.
glad that winter is finally ending, first time seasonal depression hitting a bit too hard. looking forward to the spring and my circulation problems ending. such cold hands. cold and blue at the worst.
confused with the concept and actuality of what has past, stagnating about the future, but as for right now, something is building, building, building, and it's a signal for how much I'm changing, and finally, it's been a walk defined by solace. not always with positive feelings, tinged with doubt, but always marked with strength and patience.
patience.