So life is... it is neither a good or bad. Things just are a swirling mixture of the ok and the crap.
there are things i want to write about but i keep typing and deleting. i need to sort through some things. i probably need to go to therapy except that moment when i hit full understanding and still can't will myself to do something about the issue always leaves me more hopeless than when i started. I keep searching for some nugget of truth that maybe i overlooked thinking it will be the key.
found a couple of old drafts i never published. not sure why. so i published them now.
i can't believe i am back here again. tempted to just dig into the archives and just republish because it is the same stuff as always. why waste new words on old issues?
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