We wait for the sunshine, Yeah these are the good times, of our lives
I get this feeling every Sunday. It's a really weird thought pattern. I can't figure it out. For some reason Sundays bum me out. It's not that I don't want to go out and continue partying or anything, it just seems like I can feel the long week ahead starting to crash into me. I hate it. I want to have a clear mind. Something satisfying to think about. Something guaranteed to be there waiting for me when I get there.
Journals are supposed to be used to help you remember great events and happy times in your life. Not as a psychiatrist. New beginnings fill up my mind all day, but nothing seems to ever change. I never think about what I can do at the present time to create a memory. I'm going to ignore my self-destructiveness for a little while and start using this thing more like a video recorder.
Journals are supposed to be used to help you remember great events and happy times in your life. Not as a psychiatrist. New beginnings fill up my mind all day, but nothing seems to ever change. I never think about what I can do at the present time to create a memory. I'm going to ignore my self-destructiveness for a little while and start using this thing more like a video recorder.