Hey. I live in Vermont now. I'll fill in the gaps, I promise.
I've been telling myself for two weeks to write up a serious journal entry encompassing my existential woes, worries & contemplations, as well as document the last year of my life from about last October blow by blow, which I feel is a time in my life all its own that I haven't given justice in text.
It's a time that's rocked me to my core with despair, confusion and loneliness.
I don't want to do it now, though. I'll do it very soon, I think.
Sometimes, the things I've gone through make me feel very old. It makes me tired.
It's a time that's rocked me to my core with despair, confusion and loneliness.
I don't want to do it now, though. I'll do it very soon, I think.
Sometimes, the things I've gone through make me feel very old. It makes me tired.