Writing direct over here. I rarely do this.
Need to unplug my mind and let it leak all over this page.
I am weeping hard with no reason.
Guess i am tired of it all.
I should be happy.
I just wrote a song. I submitted an edited manuscript. I still have 2 thousand in my account. Salary from the raket is coming in soon. Had a phonecall with dylan where ai was teasing her of possible accomodation finds for her OJT.
Aside from my 3 males cats squabbling a few mins ago, everything is still. Everything is quiet.
That must be it. No purpose. Just waiting forthe weekend so I can play music and get drunk.
I feel so unloved and alone.
