For once, I’m awake because it’s so early. Haven’t gotten around to trying to sleep yet.
I feel weird. I have this strange sense of being here, but feel somewhat disassociated from myself.
I can’t form thoughts.
I have writer’s block.
I’m not ready to sleep, but don’t know how to occupy myself.
I don’t want to read.
I don’t want to watch TV.
I don’t want to do anything, but I want to do SOMETHING.
Feeling less hopeful than I was yesterday. I’m not sure why.
I am thinking of you, HB, and wondering what I did to make you leave me. What I did to bore you.
I am thinking of everything and nothing.
I feel blank. No pun intended.