funny thing, last night i wanted to write. i got the words in my head, poems, and what all and then i get pen and paper and BOOM! nothing. nothing came out.
i did figure out with Colt, words fail me. there’s comfort in that. i’m not insane, just bleeding depressed.
did watch of all of American Horror Story Coven yesterday. it makes me want to do witchcraft.
can i pledge 30 mins to an hour a day to my room? do i have a playlist for that? just a white bag and slowly getting rid of shit i don’t need.
can i do 15?
can i just do it at all?