Well, I wouldn’t say v day was an unmitigated disaster… But it was definitely some type of disaster. Everything in general has got me feeling sad af. I wanna do something different. I’m sick of sleeping in and being slept on. Sick of taking up so much space. My fucking play store isn’t working and I can’t figure out how to fix it. Just keeps saying server error and I tried all the stuff the internet recommended already. Whatever. Whatever. Whatever. Time needs to stop passing so fucking quickly, it’s really freaking me out. But it’s my own fault for killing my days with nothingness. I really fucking hope this freelance work comes through soon. I really hope it does. I need it to. I’m afraid of everything and it makes sleep go so far away from me. I’m messed up. I need to write a how to guide for making me feel the things I want to feel. That’s something I can do, right? 😳 I don’t know. I can try. I’m knots and good intentions and bad rhymes. I’m plots and honorable mentions and door chimes. I’m messed up. I’m the mover of plants, architect of the day crew and the night crew. I’m a night fisherman with no bait, but I keep casting the line. I listen to dreams and sounds and lose track of which is which. Looks like there’s a new sunstone out, so I’m going to go and read it.