Welcome to 2020, bitches!
This year, man.
Can't even begin to catch this journal up, so I'll just start at the now and maybe or maybe not go forward. Anyway, the now is that my depression and nostalgia and wanderlust have gotten so bad that I'm back on ol' LJ reading old entries.
Today I'm fearing that things will never go back to normal. That the old normal is gone forever, and welcome to the new normal: a normal full of more uncertainty than ever and meaningless existences without people.
Can't even begin to catch this journal up, so I'll just start at the now and maybe or maybe not go forward. Anyway, the now is that my depression and nostalgia and wanderlust have gotten so bad that I'm back on ol' LJ reading old entries.
Today I'm fearing that things will never go back to normal. That the old normal is gone forever, and welcome to the new normal: a normal full of more uncertainty than ever and meaningless existences without people.