All I want is to achieve the minimum mood requirements so that I can write. Today all I’m good for is crying. Crying at home. Crying by the river where I went for a walk in attempts to distract myself. More crying at home. Now I’ve upgraded to crying on the balcony, which is freezing. It’s mid-June but it feels like winter is on its way back and I hate it. I just want to write.
Published on June 13, 2020 20:27