Ugh. I feel tainted. Moody. It feels like no one likes me. For the first time in a very long time, I feel alone.
I just started three different entries, but didn’t finish any of them. I’m not even in the mood to write this. I’m just sitting here with the lights out, two Candellas perched on top of my desk, and the first volume of Buddha Bar resounding in the room. My head is numb, my throat dry, my cat uninterested.
This has become so bland. The same things over and over again. Where did my humour go? When did things stop changing? Maybe I need a break from this.
Tomorrow, I’ll finish this tomorrow. This is just a mood. I’ll explain when I’m not as tired. I’ll go to bed with this music on, dreaming of quaint European architecture and parties I could host to this sound.
Maybe I’ll feel better when I hit, “Publish”.
I know exactly what you mean my friend. I’ve felt the same way recently. Things come around eventually, they always do…
I second Izzy’s comments. (”,)
Take care.