If I could settle down, if I could settle down. Then, I would settle down.
This journal entry used to contain vague love story shit, but it has been erased.
No one wants to read that. Especially, if I can't go into the details. I think that even if I did, no one would want to read it.
Day 23 of the Lamictal. I don't think I feel any different. In fact, after thinking about the current situation I'm in, going back to bed sounds marvelous. Even if I just lay in it and read.
Yes, yes. I think that is what I will do.
Why is that? Why kids? Because I'm a what? That's right.