quick hello

It feels like I got nothing to write about - but in fact - I do. I think I’ve been hiding it and avoiding it because it’s too painful to get in touch with the same cycle you have to tell someone what happened. My mind’s been foggy lately. I don’t know if it is the meds I take making bruises on my brain or what I’ve been smoking. I have to get over it.

I need to do a million things, but every time I remember of them I roll another one. It’s almost like a ritual. My window was open until I ended up, then was closed again. I hate that summer is close, I hate that the weather is hot and can burn me up. You know what? I’ll roll another one.

Interrupted by my own habits and started randomly thinking about watch James Spider’s movies. Sometimes when I’m in therapy, I’ve got nothing to say. I haven’t been living my life. I’m afraid. I’m agonising. I feel like falling. I am.