Haven't felt much like laughing lately anyway.

That could change.



I know what you're doing and I hope that's not what you're doing.


My brain is a mess. My heart is a mess.

Ups and downs.


I want to write something again. Not these meaningless things I jot in my phone at 3am, or when something strikes me while driving.

I just found a suicide poem I wrote in the early hours of the morning.
It's striking. And heart breaking. And I don't remember writing it.



Most days I feel beautiful and happy.

Some days I feel like staying in bed.
Forcing tears.
Any reaction.

Today was a good day.