I want to write some­thing about intro­spec­tion, about feel­ing. My feel­ings. No, read­ers, not about how sad I am, or how things are shitty, because Goddess-knows there is a ver­i­ta­ble shit­load of that already on the Inter­net, includ­ing plenty of my own

I come to you today with the tale of another of my dreams, from the night before last. I asked Greta for help inter­pret­ing it, but alas, this wraith still haunts my mind. I yearn to express the events in words, vainly hop­ing that this post will give me new clar­ity, new insight!

Last night, I had a dream, a ter­ri­fy­ing one. I hes­i­tate to call it a night­mare now, look­ing back on how it affected me…

I am grate­ful for the con­nec­tions that I have made, not just to the peo­ple that I hap­pen to be in rela­tion­ships with, but to all of my friends, all the peo­ple who stood by me…

I don’t under­stand. I really do not under­stand any­thing. I’m insane, absolutely fuck­ing bat­shit crazy. I don’t take myself seri­ously at –all-!

Why, indeed!

I want to get into writ­ing. No, not just writ­ing silly mean­ing­less blog­posts, but actu­ally sit­ting down and writ­ing stuff with sub­stance. This will take time, sure, and fret not, my lovely lan­guid learn­ers, I shall be post­ing what­ever I hap­pen to scribe up here.

As a dis­claimer, read­ers, this is a post with the sole pur­pose of aid­ing emo­tional release… I’ve a lot of stuff on my mind, and I need to sort it out.

In my last update, I didn’t get a chance to speak about my job. I work as a can­vasser for a non­profit group based locally…

I feel great now that I have a place of my own… I spent most of my time since Octo­ber basi­cally going around from one friend’s place to another, which made me feel like a total loser.