I’m using the journal app on my phone for, maybe writing for myself. I don’t know. I still plan to upload the non sequitur evil thoughts of you here, but I think writing for my own peace of mind, will go there. Something I won’t share with the world too readily, but also, won’t keep a lock on if someone gets my phone. My first piece, written today, has already mentioned all of this, and you, so I’ll share it:
“This picture brings me peace, it reminds me that through the troubles there is still beauty in life. I love the pastel, cotton candy sky, as I suffer on through this psychosis, about a woman I may never know again.
I didn’t want to write about her. I don’t know how to deal with her, so I don’t want to deal with her anymore, even vicariously through my own catharsis, this almost pointless self-expression that gets me nowhere and seems to only reinforce how “crazy” I am to the rest of mankind.
What to do what to do…
Still, I have friends, a life worth living, a family that loves me, a job that pays dividends. Life, regardless of how low she can bring me, is good.”
That’s all, for now.