*tap tap tap* Hello?
Tomorrow, I'll be able to finally feel some of the cold that one expects when it's wintertime. Sure, the heat is fun...but when you endure it from Spring to 80% of the Winter, you'd like to have at least some change. A nice, comfortable sweater; some hot cocoa with floating marshmallows slowly melting on top; and perhaps a short break from the mosquitos? One can only hope.
And hope I do. I was depressed a few weeks ago, and now I'm much better. I don't know what it is or how it came to be, but I feel like I'm improving somehow. Things are looking up. I'm looking up. There's a future for me, and I won't reach it if I don't try, if I don't look forward.
Like a forward march into alien territory.
There's this book I want to write. I have the general idea of it, the conflict, the solution, and whatnot. The problem is that the only place I think it could happen is in Japan, simply because of the abnormal obsessions and country-specific psychoses they have over there. So, within the next ten years I want to travel to Japan and perhaps live there for a couple of months. It'd be the best thing ever.
P.S. Rest in peace, Mr. Instant Ramen Inventor.
P.P.S. I swear that my fiction writing is better and more understandable than my journal entries...Really! Hey, it's 4:30 AM! Cut a girl some slack!
And hope I do. I was depressed a few weeks ago, and now I'm much better. I don't know what it is or how it came to be, but I feel like I'm improving somehow. Things are looking up. I'm looking up. There's a future for me, and I won't reach it if I don't try, if I don't look forward.
Like a forward march into alien territory.
There's this book I want to write. I have the general idea of it, the conflict, the solution, and whatnot. The problem is that the only place I think it could happen is in Japan, simply because of the abnormal obsessions and country-specific psychoses they have over there. So, within the next ten years I want to travel to Japan and perhaps live there for a couple of months. It'd be the best thing ever.
P.S. Rest in peace, Mr. Instant Ramen Inventor.
P.P.S. I swear that my fiction writing is better and more understandable than my journal entries...Really! Hey, it's 4:30 AM! Cut a girl some slack!