9-26-16

9-26-16

I think I’m doing fine so fine I didn’t bother writing anything yesterday; nothing bad to write equals nothing to write.  I guess that’s a good sign. 

I’m sure if I wrote at other times of the day I might say something like “right now I feel pretty good” or even “right now I feel happy” because I think I felt something close at certain times today; it’s hard claiming some form of happiness but something close might have flitted for a minute or so.

But since I write at night when I’m pretty tired and it’s dark and shit I do not have the same aspect and I don’t even feel like writing cause its just blasé.

Short form: today was pretty good, fuck writing I’m tired