So it has been a while since I've written anything. Not for lack of material, but more like an abundance of laziness. Not a lot has happened, and yet a lot has happened; my car is still busted, I'm still making dick-fifty at my job, my laptop died on me (thanks, Ray, for the fix), I haven't been writing/recording a lot of music and my favorite bar shut down. The bigger news is that I'm starting another job in a week, which will hopefully mean more money and less free time.
See, right here, I'm at a point where I want to stop writing. This happens literally EVERY TIME I write one of these entries. Lack of drive, lack of energy, whatever you want to call it. It's like I've lost the will to write. Perhaps I just need to write more and post whatever floats through my fucked up brain. Maybe I need a few drinks in me; there will be a lot of spelling and grammatical errors, but more might come out. Sadly, no booze-ahol.
I'm going to be 28 this year and out of college for four years. Is this where I pictured myself? That is a stupid question. I feel a certain amount of anxiety at all times now. My brain is constantly firing off hundreds of thoughts in every direction. Is that why I can't sleep? Is that why I can't find a real job? Is that why I'm alone? Do I need a psychiatrist? Do I ask too many questions?
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