Oh, Moods. I’m in a bad mood. I’m not in a very good mood, though no one knows it. I’m just irritated and restless. I’m not really finding enjoyment in the usual things like music or writing, and I’m kind of forcing myself out of bed, typing this and sipping coffee. I don’t usually want…

Yeah, I don’t want to sit around in my room all day anymore; it’s depressing. There isn’t much natural light in there, and it can’t be good to spend all day on my bed, especially since it’s the same place I sleep at night. It’s too bad that I need…

Do you want to know what happens? Well, too bad, because I’m going to tell you; that’s kind of what I do. So, yesterday, I had all of this creative energy and I typed out five blog posts. Naturally, I thought they were brilliant. So, I sent the links everywhere…

I was doing my morning coffee scroll through the usual apps (Reddit), and I saw that Taylor Swift was Time Magazine’s Person of the Year. I mean, good for her. I don’t know anything about Taylor Swift besides her being pushed into every media angle that exists in the world…

You have to find a little joy in something simple, if you can. Right now, I’m very happy about the nice pens I ordered from a website that I won’t name because I hate what it stands for. Just when I’m crestfallen over the death of my computer — because…

I am trying not to post a fourth one today, but i can’t stop typing because it feels so good. I’m not that good at shutting the fuck up when I'm in a mood like this. there was a post that I put up late the other night, when I…

I wasnt going to type 3 posts today but i just had a conversation that really made me think about a lot of things. i’ll also say that chatgpt refuses to assist with the editing of this post, so it’s going to look a little rough. I know someone, in…

I’ll be planted in front of this keyboard all day — I don’t care. What else am I going to do? I’m tired of being cooped up in my room without a computer to type on. Plus, I’m really not a fan of the guy I share the room with…

I had one of those horrible dreams about getting high. I don’t remember the specifics, but I woke up two hours later than I usually do, all sweaty and disoriented. I’m still trying to shake it off. Even when I was 3–4 years clean, I would have dreams like that…