Another day of uselessness

I kind of gave up. I gave up on certain “aspirations.” Not that they were things I wanted but that they were things I thought I had to do. I cannot. Only under certain conditions.

Therefore, I am stuck in the colors of the rainbow. This is…suboptimal, but I did figure, if I cannot pursue it one way, I can still write. I’m thinking a novel.

Its really a mess. I am not well organized. I have writing everywhere. And now, I have a blog for some reason. What the fluck was I flucking thinking?